"Emerald come look at this."

"This better not be stupid."

"Would it kill you to show a little excitement?"

"Fine, let's see it," Emerald said getting up to sit cross-legged on the bed. Jaune made a goofy smile before holding his hand out in a way that made it look like he was holding a book by its spine. A second later a book, his journal specifically, appeared in his hand. "Is that it?" Emerald asked, unimpressed. Jaune held up his finger telling her to wait and then slammed the book shut and it disappeared again.

Emerald rolled back onto her stomach, face pressed against her pillows. "Come on that was cool!" Jaune complained.

"Is that what you've been working on since we got back?"

"I don't think you appreciate just how hard this was to do. I moved my journal to the Apeiron, tie it to a motion so that I could retrieve it and then did the whole thing in reverse so I could move it back."

"So, you spent days creating the same trick that a street magician can do with a blanket and a quick hand."

"This isn't a trick," Jaune said getting actually mad. "It's real magic."

"I'm just confused as to why you felt the need to send your journal into an alternate realm."

"Let's see," Jaune said pointing to his fingers. "I don't have to deal with the weight, I can't lose it, and it can't be stolen by dirty street rats!"

"Oh, bringing out the naughty words," Emerald teased. "Better be careful your mom might rinse you mouth out with soap if she heard. Can you do that little trick with anything besides your journal?"

"I'm working on it," Jaune said rubbing his hair in slight embarrassment.

"So, you've spent the last couple of days saving yourself the backbreaking labor of carrying a one pound book?" Emerald said giving him a look that was far to similar to the look his mom gave when he hit his sisters or did something else wrong. "You could have been looking for a job."

Oh yeah, that. Jaune was unemployed again. Turns out disappearing for a week without calling your boss was a no-no in the work world. His groveling had saved him from being the target of Junior's deadly wrath, but it hadn't saved his job. It was a good thing that Emerald had taken the money from Bury, or they would have been in real trouble. They were okay for now, they had even bought a few things for the apartment, Jaune finally had a bed (air mattress) again, but their funds wouldn't last long.

"You know you could look for a job, too." Jaune said.

"Known thief, remember. Besides I'm the stay at home mom, you're the bread winner." Emerald snickered as she watched her lava lamp.

"We aren't married, and we certainly don't have a kid," Jaune pointed out.

"Minor details."

Jaune gave up as he collapsed on his own bed (air mattress). Seven sisters to practices on and he still couldn't win these fights. How she could say stuff like that with a straight face was beyond him. Still, this setting was much preferable to Bury. It felt like it had just happened but had also been forever ago. A part of him wanted to think that Emerald was bricking with him to keep his mind off what had happened, but with her that seemed like reaching.

"We can't just sit here waiting for something to happen." Jaune said.

"I agree, money isn't going to fall out of the sky."

"Not that. Our other, more important, job. If we're only reacting to strange occurrences we'll always be a step behind. I don't want there to be another Bury that we were far too late to save. We need to take the initiative."

"How do you plan on doing that? It's not like these things broadcast their location."

"I know," Jaune said trying to think of a way around that problem. "Hey, Beacon starts tomorrow, doesn't it?"

Emerald groaned. "Don't even mention that. The town can't shut up about it. I'm sure you've seen all the stores dressing themselves up to try and attract all the incoming students. They do it every year but this time it's especially bad since Pyrrha Nikos well be attending."

"Is she really that famous?"

"Only to those who enjoy bloodspots where all the blood and danger has been removed for light taps and fancy twirls, and boys who like seeing a pretty girl in a skimpy skirt. I'm actually surprised you don't know her. You do wear her sponsor's brand religiously."

"You mean Pumpkin Pete. Wait, she's the girl on the cereal box! That's awesome."

"Sure," Emerald said clearly not as enthralled by the cereal mascot as Jaune. "Why do you care about Beacon's start date. You got rejected, remember?"

"You don't have to keep bringing that up!" Emerald just smirked. "Anyways, think about it. Tomorrow a whole bunch of students with huge dreams and unrefined powers will be gathering in a place that was built to teach them how to hone their skills and fight the creatures of grimm. If there's any place a supernatural even is going to occur, I bet it's going to be there."

"That's not a bad point, but this has been happing ever year for nearly a century and Beacon's still standing. Also, if something does end up happing, what could the two of us do that the students and staff couldn't?"

"I'm not saying this is a definite plan of attack. It's just a suggestion of something we could do. It beats sitting around here and doing nothing."

"If you're not going to look for a job, I guess we might as well."

Jaune expected something more. He thought there would be crowds of cheering people as they congratulated the next generation of huntsmen and huntress starting their education. Instead, there was a simple line of tired and wary teens as they were checked into one of the many airships that would take them to Beacon. Apparently, any students coming from other kingdoms would be brought to Beacon directly instead of having to come here first, so there weren't any journalists trying to get pictures of the invincible girl.

Jaune used his hand to cover a yawn and smacked his lips together when it was over. In actuality it wasn't that early, around 7:30, but it was at that prefect school time that just made you want to crawl back into bed and get one more hour of sleep. Jaune wasn't the only to feel the fatigue. He saw quite a few students nodding off as they wanted for their name to be called.

"How are we supposed to get into Beacon?" Emerald asked, not as tried as Jaune since she was probably used to having to get up early, but it seemed she was growing drowsy just from watching him and the other low-energy students.

"Can't you just use an illusion to make us fake students?"

"Not on this many people I can't, and even if I could, don't you think they would notice the inclusion of two extra people."

"Then we're going to have to get in a different way. Beacon isn't just the school. The CCT tower is also there, so that must mean Beacon is somewhat open to the public. Let's go see if there's a commercial flight."

Turns out there was, one leaving every fifteen minutes to be exact. The security was also pretty lax. They didn't even ask them to remove their weapons, and barley even looked at Emerald's illusionary ID. Getting into Beacon probably wasn't that strict a process since everyone there were more than capable of taking care of themselves. Still, it did seem a little strange that anyone could just walked into the home of the world's future defenders.

Jaune and Emerald boarded a cramped bullhead that was filled with a couple business men and family members of current or incoming students. The moment the bullhead took off Jaune felt his stomach churn, his motion sickness reminding him why he didn't do this often.

"Are you okay?" Emerald asked suddenly very worried about the proximity between the green faced man and herself. "You're not sick, are you?"

Jaune tried to tell her but stopped when the feeling of something working its way up his throat forced him to push it back down. This did not go unnoticed by Emerald, who looked around to see if there were any other available seats. Seeing none, she started rubbing Jaune's back. "It's okay big guy just relax and hold it in. You don't need to worry about anything."

To Emerald's relief, Jaune did not spill his guts on the bullhead although he did dry heave into a trashcan when they landed. "Sorry," Jaune said when he was positive his stomach wasn't trying to eject anything within it, "I get motion sick."

"I caught on," Emerald replied, looking out at Beacon's lush landscape. It was so much different from anything in Vale proper. It felt like this place had come straight out of a fairy tale. "Looks like there's a clear divided between the incoming students and the rest of the rift-raft. I don't think we're going to be able to approach any of them."

"I see it too." Jaune said. All the students were place on one side of the port behind a couple teachers. Who were in a stare down with what looked like a wave of flashing cameras. The journalists that had been missing from the initial booking had been found. Jaune didn't think he or Emerald would have any better luck getting through the teacher wall. "Where do you think they're going?"

"Someplace we're not."

Jaune nodded in agreement. As much as he wanted to be, he wasn't a student here. He might have been allowed to get on the grounds, but they were words apart. Funny how literal that could be taken. It wasn't a bad thing, though. What he was doing was just as important as them, maybe even more if he wanted to brag. It's just he was taking the side roads while they were traveling the brightly lit highway, but they all basically had the same destination. He hoped their path would be kinder than his so far. "Let's go to the CCT we can get a good view there, and it's what we said we were here for."

The CCT was basically empty when they got there. The lady that waved them in was nice, but it was clear she hadn't expected people of their age to be anywhere near there today. She even asked them if they were lost students, and was surprised when they said they weren't. Given their huntsmen weapons it was an easy mistake to make.

They headed for the large window instead of any terminals. They could see the majority of Beacon from here, but so far nothing looked out of place.

Actually, was that and explosion near the port?

Jaune tried to get a closer look, but nobody seemed to be in a panic so he let it go. This was a huntsmen academy, after all. Things like that were probably common place.

"They sure are a rowdy bunch this year," a man said from besides them. The badge around his neck signified him as a journalist from the Vale press.

"Isn't that good for you?" Emerald scoffed. "Better material to print."

The man brushed aside her rudeness with a good hearty laugh. "You're right about that. The more chaotic it gets around here the more the public wants to hear about is. Ozpin has been pushing the council's patience recently. I've even heard he's enrolled a fifteen-year-old girl this year, supposedly the same one that stopped Roman Torchwick."

"Wouldn't the council be thrilled to have another defender of the kingdom that they can order around?" Jaune nudged Emerald's side. They really didn't need her attitude right now.

The journalist noticed, but once again didn't seem offended in the slightest. "I'm guessing you're not a big fan of the council."

"I dislike anyone who only watches from the sidelines, pretending to care, while they take advantage of other people's problems."

"Ah, and you included me on that list. As a journalist, it's part of my job to hunt down people's misery and tragedies and sell them for a profit. That's what you believe, isn't in?" Emerald didn't reply. "I can't blame you. I am sometimes disgusted with what I write, celebrity gossip and hit pieces to entertain the masses, and when something really important happens it's all talk and no action, but tell me aren't you part of that list as well. Taking advantage of anyone and everyone to get ahead, pretending to be compassionate while you rob them blind. Don't give me that look. I've been around the block I can pick up on these things."

Emerald fixed him with the heavy glare, but backed down when it was clear he wasn't intimidated. "I'm trying to be better," was all she said.

"I believe it," he said shooting Jaune a strange look. "This isn't a static world. People change all the time, but if you say you can change than you have to give me the same benefit."

Emerald turned away in a huff. "How could I give you the benefit. I don't even know you."

"Ah, we're making progress. You've gone from outright hatred to reluctant acceptance of my unknown nature."

"Forgive her," Jaune said butting into the conversation, "she doesn't make the best first impressions, but if I may ask what are you doing her. Shouldn't you be down there with the rest of the journalists."

"Why would I waste my time with that desperate mob? They aren't going to find out anything everyone doesn't already know. A sneaky snapshot of Pyrrha Nikos or Weiss Schnee isn't going to impress anyone. There are hundreds of those already. I prefer my stories to be a little more exclusive."

"What made you think you'd find it by coming up here?"

"Same reason I suspect you did. It's a lot easier to see things when you're above it all, but it's not like I'm expecting to see anything extraordinary. It's more preliminary scouting. Trying to get a feel for this year's class. Pick out faces that I may need to remember in the future."

"Seems like you're putting in a lot of work for not much gain. It's not like huntsmen hide their identities."

"Normally you'd be right, the accepted students' names will be released right after initiation completes tomorrow, but this isn't a normal situation. Something is different about this class. Too much power had simply fallen in Ozpin's hands at the same time. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that this year's class is the strongest group that any academy has ever had. Two heavy hitting names from two different kingdoms, the Winchester heir, the only two survivors of Kuroyuri, a girl who looks suspiciously like the bandit queen Raven Branwen and who would be just the right age to say be her daughter, and any wildcards that might be attending. The students who got in through the practical exam, who didn't have transcript or recommendations from primary schools shouldn't be forgot either. It really shows just how short the public's attention span is for them to have already forgotten about the name Belladonna. Yet despite all that, Ozpin still felt the need to bring a fifteen-year-old into the fold as if he was worried to leave her behind."

"Aren't you well informed," Emerald said.

"It's my job to be," he replied.

"You said something about initiation." Jaune said putting himself between Emerald and the journalist. "What's that about?"

"Not every student who is walking in today will remain one come tomorrow. What's on a piece of paper can only get you so far. They have to prove they are actually ready for this."

"What do they have to do?"

"The specifics change every year, but it always takes place in the Emerald forest."

Jaune caught Emerald's eye and was glad when she understood what he was thinking. If anything was going to happen it was going to happen during the chaos of initiation. They would have to be there.

Getting into the Emerald forest the next day was even easier than getting into Beacon. Technically the Emerald forest was just a patch of wildness and not part of the school, and the teachers probably hadn't expected anybody wandering around the grimm infested forest on their own volition so there was nothing to stop Jaune and Emerald from walking right in.

For what was supposed to be a combat trail, the forest was actually rather quiet. Jaune could hear the sticks and leaves being churched as he walked. A beowolf lugged out from a bush and was quickly sliced opened with Crocea Mors. "You're getting better at this," Emerald commented.

"Considering what you put me through, it would be sad if I couldn't handle a single beowolf," Jaune said although he was actually kind of shocked how easily he took care of it. It wasn't too long ago that defeating a single grimm would have seemed like a huge triumph. Being a caretaker was really forcing him to adapt fast.

"Don't get overconfident. You still can't properly use your aura, so you're only one misstep away from death."

"I'll kept that in mind." His aura was better than it had been. He could put it up now, but it took time and a lot of concentration, not something he was confident he could use in stressful combat. Emerald said it would probably take a couple more weeks for it to become as natural as breathing.

"What are we looking for, anyways?" Emerald asked.

"Something strange." At that very moment, a giant ursa crashed through the trees in front of them with an excited girl…riding it? The ursa barreled through some more trees with the girl laughing the entire time. A green clad boy then broke through the tree line to chase after the unusual pair.

Jaune was in mid step when this happened and quickly spun around on his heel until he was facing the opposite direction and started speed walking. "Where are you going?" Emerald said, catching up to him. "You said we were looking for something strange."

"Not that kind of strange," Jaune interjected, refusing to look back. "As far as I'm concerned, I didn't see anything." Putting that "incident" behind them, Jaune and Emerald walked in a straight line for a while. A couple grimm bothered them, but it wasn't anything big. There were a few sounds of gunfire and the screeching of a nevermore, but they never saw it. "Hey look, a cave. Everyone knows caves hide secrets," Jaune pointed out, still trying to wipe his memory.

"You're hopeless, aren't you?" Emerald said.

"I'm sorry, who's the caretaker here?" Despite Jaune's questionable logic the two of them went inside. A quick fire etch and a dry piece of wood gave them their torch. They walked side by side as they traversed the cave.

"Do you really think we'll find anything in here?" Emerald asked not likening how she could only see two feet in front of her.

"It's a cave—a cave, Emerald, with cravings on the outside." Jaune said dragging the whole sentence out like he was explaining it to an eight-year-old. "We're either going to find something or hit a dead end." They turned a corner and saw a giant glowing thing floating in the darkness. "Told you," He said walking up to the mysterious object and holding his torch up to examine it. "I wonder what it is." Jaune switched the hand he was holding his torch with to bring out his journal but in doing so he reveled two rows of glowing red eye farther back.

"You certainly found something," Emerald said figuring out was that was and already preparing herself for the fight.

Jaune noticed it a second later. "Damn it."

The entrance to the cave blew outwards just as Emerald and Jaune got out. The deathstalker was furious more so than the average grimm. "Think it's mad we broke into its home?" Jaune said, holding his shield in front of him.

"Less talking, more surviving," Emerald replied, shooting off a few rounds. They just bounced off the deathstalker's amour which only made it charge them. For such a large creature, it sure moved fast. Emerald was forced to push Jaune out of the way of one of its pincers and then dodge the other. As she darted away, she shot a few more bullet to draw the creature's attention. She couldn't let this thing target Jaune. Without aura one blow would tear him apart. "Stay back!" Emerald shouted to her partner, who was getting back to his feet after the rough and unexpected shove.

"I'm not going to leave you," he cried out.

"You better not!" Emerald said, avioding the massive stinger as it tried to pierce right through her. "Just don't try and fight it head on. It's time to show your stuff mister magic man."

"Right!" Emerald and the deathstalker continued to skirmish. Emerald didn't take any hits but she wasn't able to land any either. It was a game of cat and mouse, but it couldn't last forever eventually she would run out of energy or the deathstalker would land a lucky hit. An explosion rocked the air next the deathstalker. The deathstalker seemed more surprised than anything else as the explosion only nicked its tail.

"Would you like to try hitting it next time!" Emerald berated.

"Try to keep it still," Jaune shouted back. "I can't change the location of the etch's effect on a whim. I have to draw the whole thing out."

"Sure, let me just stop the two-ton scorpion. It will be easy." Ducking under one of its pincers, Emerald ran under the deathstalker hoping against all hope that the beast wouldn't be smart enough to just drop its weight on her. She shot the blades, connected to a chain, from her weapons warping them around the deathstalker's front two legs.

The deathstalker tried to maneuver to chase its prey, but when it did Emerald gave her weapon a harsh pull. It was just enough to pull the front legs out from under it causing its head to smack the ground. It wouldn't stay that way for long, though.

It was already half way back up when the ground beneath it turned to ice encasing its leg. It was trapped leaving Emerald to swing her blades at its unarmored bits and Jaune to pelt it with his etches. It didn't take long to bring it down after that.

"That was rough," Jaune said retuning to Emerald's side, his fingers stained with colors from gripping his chalk so hard.

"I'm surprised they had something like this here." Emerald said putting her weapons back into their regular form as she watched the creature slowly dissolve. "It's not that agile, but deathstalkers are no joke. If a single student happened upon it they would have been in trouble.

"Beacon is the top combat school in the world. They must expect a lot." Jaune said feeling proud that they were able to beat it with no injuries. "Come on we've still got a cave to explore."

"All the students have partnered up," Miss. Goodwitch reported to the headmaster. "But there's something that needs to be brought to your attention."

"What is it?" Ozpin said taking a sip of coffee as he watched over Beacon cliffs.

"The deathstalker has been killed."

"Did it injure the students? That, the king taijitu and the nevermore are the most challenging grimm in the forest."

"No one has been seriously hurt so far, and Lie Ren actually killed the taijitu on his own a little bit ago. It was an impressive display."

"Than what is the issue? It would seem that we have a promising batch of students this year."

"The issue is the deathstalker wasn't killed by any students. Look at this." Miss. Goodwitch held up her tablet showing a replay of a green-haired girl striking down the deathstalker as a blond boy was slightly off screen assisting with his semblance or some form of dust manipulation.

"They certainly look like students," Ozpin said.

"They're not. Camera footage shows them walking in from the outside. What should we do about them?"

Ozpin thought it over. "Leave them be. They might just be huntsmen out training who haven't realized they've wander into Beacon's initiation. If they're not disrupting any of the students, why waste resources, but if they get any closer send Peter to escort them out."

"Are you sure, sir? They're only children."

"They might be children, but they're clearly not ordinary civilians. It's a shame they took out a grimm meant to test our students but in doing so they've proven they can handle themselves."

"But they shouldn't be here, we should at least question them."

"If they cause any more trouble we will, but for now we have entire class to observe and assess. Unexpected situations happen every initiation. It is hardly cause to raise the alarm."

Miss. Goodwitch looked desperately like she wanted to disagree, but she calmed down. "As you wish."

"Good," Ozpin nodded taking another sip of coffee. Unknown to her Ozpin recognized one of those infiltrators. Why had mister Arc, an applicant he had narrowly rejected due to his unreliable transcripts, appeared at Beacons intuition? It wasn't a burning question but it was an interesting one.

The deathstalker had partially collapsed the cave, but Emerald and Jaune were still able to walk through it. It went on much longer than either of them had expected and it also continuously sloped downwards so it was unlikely they were going to be popping out the other side. "How deep dose this place go?" Emerald asked, watching the light of Jaune's new torch bounce off the wall. Without it they would have been in complete darkness.

"Does this cave feel unnatural to you?" Jaune asked. "We've been walking for a while now and the cave hasn't changed shape once. There also haven't been any alcoves or branching paths. It's like a corridor."

"Now that you mention it." Emerald took notice of how smooth the floors and walls were. They were far from prefect, with cracks, chips and bumps, but it seemed like something artificial that nature had grown into when there was no one around to stop the decay.

"Do you think the deathstalker might have made this. Are we just going to find its nest at the end of this," Jaune said, sounding worried.

"Grimm don't make nests," Emerald informed him. "At least not ones to house any baby grimm. We don't even know if the things can reproduce. I used to think the notation that they appear out of thin air was ridicules, but after spending some time with you, I'm not willing to throw out that possibly. Also, a deathstalker wouldn't burrow this far. It needs to be close enough to the surface to ambush its prey.

"So, is this manmade?" Jaune would never have a chance to get an answer for that question because at the end of the corridor, past the mist of abyssal darkness, they saw a soft light shining through an entryway. Emerald and Jaune both headed for it at an increased paced just slow enough to avoid tripping on anything in front of them.

They entered a small cavern with small crystals in the wall that produce a bluish color that lit the whole room. A perfectly circular pool of crystal clear water sat in the center of the room. The room was completely empty, otherwise.

"What is this place," Emerald said taken aback by its simple beauty.

"I don't know," Jaune said running his finger through the pool of water. It seemed to go down forever. Nothing was wrong about this place, per se, but if he been looking for something strange he had found it.

"There's something scratched into the wall here," Emerald said. Jaune went over to examine it. It was symbol of sorts with wide curves and a branching pattern. It wasn't anything Jaune used in his etches, so he sketched it as best he could in his journal to decode later.

Examining the rest of the room didn't yield anything. "I don't understand. Is this some kind of secret escape for teachers or students?" Jaune questioned.

"Maybe Beacon has a secret cult," Emerald suggested.

"I know you're joking but I would appreciate it if you didn't mention anything that could be hitting too close to a dark truth. I don't want my dream to be tainted." Jaune checked the time on his scroll. "We should get out of here. Initiation is probably almost over if it's not done already. If we get back up and don't hear the horrified screams of students it's safe to assume that nothing ended up happing. I might have dragged us out here for nothing."

"Hey, I had fun," Emerald cheered, sliding her arm around Jaune's shoulder, "and we found one pretty cool place. Maybe we should live here instead of your apartment. It has a great atmosphere."

"And we'd only have to trek through a grimm infested forest every time we needed groceries. I think I'll pass."

When they arrived back at the apartment Jaune got working on the symbol. His journal and Roman's book ended up being useless because there was nothing magical about the symbol at all. Turns out it was just a character from an ancient script.

Translated it was the word for "choice."

A note lost to the Vacuo desert

Dear brother,

You have asked me how huntsmen and caretakers differ. I have already talked to you about the differences in what we do and why I stopped being a huntsman to become a caretaker, so I will instead tell you about the differences in our factions' organization.

Firstly, while huntsmen have a central power in the form of academies and government, caretakers have no such system. Every caretaker is independent and is free to do whatever they want. The only thing that connects caretakers is our knowledge of things unknown and a loose set of customs that caretakers more or less try to follow if for nothing more than convenience.

While there is nothing stopping anybody from taking up the caretaker title, it's very rare for someone to just stumble into the job. Nearly all new caretakers are chosen by a current caretaker using whatever means that particular caretaker prefers. The one who brought me in trained me for many years but I hear it's not uncommon to immediately set someone off on their own and see if they live or not.

The only thing that seems to be a constant is a new caretaker receives a manual, a book passed down from caretaker to caretaker. These manuals are the only true things the caretakers have made as a collective. Most caretakers will eventually create their own personal journals, and set the manuals aside until it's ready to be passed down. Most personal journals are taken to the grave with their writers with no one else ever laying eyes on it, but there have been some stored in less private places although it's unlikely anyone without caretaker knowledge would take interest in them or even understand them.

Manuals on the other hand are constantly moving. Created by what I will call original caretakers (although this really just means a caretaker who discovered this world without a manual, and thus created their own, making it possible for any caretaker from any time to be considered an original) they are meant to be the starting point for anyone who takes its maddens seriously. Even if a caretaker dies without passing their manual on it will eventually find an owner that will unlock its secrets. It might take hundreds of years but unless it's destroyed someone will dig it up. Each manual is different, but due to how many caretakers a manual will pass through, often passing between what might be called sects, the information will largely be consistent between them. It's not know how many manuals there actually are, but it can't be many. The largest know gathering of manuals by a single person was three and that was enough to spark the Heluo incident.

In essence brother the caretakers are not an origination at all like the huntsmen. It's an ideology, and that's important because while enterprises can collapse with the death of a few people, an ideology is everlasting. Even if every manual is destroyed and ever caretaker killed. It wouldn't take long for a new generation to rebuild and takes its place, perhaps never even knowing that they weren't the first.

An: Not much to say for this chapter. It's more of an outside perspective of how things seem to people who aren't part of the main RWBY story. From a writing perspective, it makes since to have all the important and influential characters in one place and interacting with each other, but from a plot perspective, something I'm much more interested in exploring, the gathering of all this people, heiress Weiss, champion Pyrrha, sliver-eyed Ruby, would all seem very strange to an outsider. Also, there's Blake. Now I'm not saying Rooster Teeth just kind of made her the daughter of the previous White Fang leader after the fact and didn't really think about it…but the fact no one recognized her last name, Weiss especially, is a pretty big plot hole. For the purpose of this story we're just going to pretend that most of the characters fell asleep during that part of history class.