The Wards seemed decent enough, as far as personalities went. Clockblocker, who revealed his real name to be Dennis, was easily the most annoying of the three that were at Ward HQ at the moment. According to Missy, the others were either out on patrol or at school. Another, the one they called Gallant, was manning the console, whatever that was, they didn't bother explaining.

Dennis and Chris just sat there playing video games, as if it was just any other random day, asking a random question every couple minutes. Now Missy, she was a sweetheart, and Weiss hadn't even known her for more than an hour. She was just so cute, like an even younger version of Yang, and not as brutish or explicit. And no, it wasn't because of her blonde hair.

"So Triumph is the current team leader." Weiss said politely, keeping her back straight even as the other three were laid out comfortably on their furniture.

"Yup." Missy popped the P at the end. "He's on patrol with Aegis, passing on the reins and stuff since he's the next oldest."

Just because someone was the oldest, or may have been the most experienced didn't mean that they would make a good team leader. Weiss had to learn that the hard way, if only she could go back in time, most of her problems would have been solved. Ruby was a great team leader, doing her best despite her inexperience.

"I see." Weiss' voice was soft. It felt weird, sitting here, it was as if she didn't belong, which she didn't. This wasn't Remnant, this wasn't her world. There was a lot she was going to have to learn, new customs, new history, probably some type of new math.

Chris and Dennis kept playing their game, their armored super soldiers fighting waves upon waves of purple aliens.

"I'm so glad you're normal." Missy said suddenly. "The Brockton Wards are basically a glorified sausage party, and Shadow Stalker's not the easiest person to get along with."

Ah Shadow Stalker, the only other female member on the team.

"She's such a bitch." Dennis spoke up, never taking his eyes off of the game. "She drank the last of my orange juice after brushing her teeth just to call a pussy. Stalker didn't even bother to replace it!" His character died, and had to be revived by Chris.

These kids, not Missy, were weird, or was Weiss just too mature? And the way they spoke was so crude.

"Watch your fucking mouth Dennis." Missy threw a pillow, forcing the ginger to use his body to protect his controller. Weiss bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from speaking.

These children were extremely weird.

Thankfully, Armsmaster arrived with little fanfare, the only announcement of his arrival being the alarms that someone was approaching. Casually sliding into the room with a rolling table that held two large metal suitcases, the sight of the Protectorate leader made Dennis and Chris pause their game.

"Miss Schnee, Clockblocker, Kid Win, Vista." Armsmaster said in greeting. He had his normal frown, which Weiss was pretty sure was attached to his face permanently. "Miss Schnee, please follow me, your room has been prepared."

Finally!

"It was nice meeting you all." Weiss said politely, bowing her head ever so slightly. Missy gave her a sweet smile, one that Weiss returned. She would have time to see what she's working with later. The rest of her life sadly.

Chris mumbled something that Weiss didn't bother to catch, while Dennis simply waved as they turned back to their game now that they knew Armsmaster wasn't there for them.

Without another word, Armsmaster led her down a hallway that she hadn't noticed before, his armored hands pushing the rolling table gently.

"Who built your weapon?" He asked suddenly, not even bothering to turn towards her. Ignoring his rudeness since he was helping for now, Weiss smirked.

"I designed it myself. I take it that you examined Myrtenaster while I was unconscious?" Weiss kept talking, not giving Armsmaster a moment to respond. Rudeness shall be met with rudeness. "Those runes on the blade were carved on there by me, and I did most of the metalwork myself." Under the careful watch of a master weaponsmith of course, who did a couple of the more calculated mechanisms.

"The blade is well made, and its metal is more durable than any ores here." Armsmaster nodded as they paused in front of a door. "This is your room."

Taking a step towards the door since the Beardmaster, as Dennis so delightfully nicknamed the hero, showed no signs of moving, Weiss turned the knob, revealing a rather spartanlike room.

"You'll be allowed to decorate as you see fit, most of the Wards go home at the end of the day, but some will occasionally stay overnight." Armsmaster followed the white haired girl into the room.

The room was bigger than the makeshift prison cell she was confined to her first couple days here, with a decent sized bed, vanity mirror, desk and a closet.

"Triumph will explain more once he returns." Armsmaster pressed a button on the rolling table, locking it in place. He opened both suitcases with ease, revealing Myrtenaster, Weiss' scroll, tiara and Dust earrings, her blood covered dress, and her various Dust crystals and canisters containing its refined powder.

"Thank you." Lifting Myrtenaster under the careful examination of Armsmaster, Weiss inspected the blade, running an aura protected finger along it.

Yup, still sharp and well maintained. Her eyes drifted past the dress and landed on the Dust. She only had a limited supply, and it would take a while before she could grow more with the techniques that were passed down the ancient Schnee family. They had lost everything after the Great War, only crawling to the top of the Atlesian high society due to Grandfather finding the Dust vein. Her glyphs would be essential to growing more.

"Everything is accounted for, and I must say, I'm surprised you didn't try sneaking a piece." Weiss smirked. If Armsmaster was offended, he certainly didn't show it.

"As you said, it would be useless in my hands." Armsmaster spoke bluntly. "You don't leave a gun in the hands of a child, even if it's not loaded."

"Wisely said." Weiss was pretty sure that Ruby was born with a gun though. The thought only sent a stab through her heart. She took a deep breath. The numbness of the day was starting to fade, and it wasn't even evening yet.

"I'll let you unpack." Armsmaster moved towards the exit. "Director Piggot has authorized a monetary gift, to help you get clothes that don't make you look like you just escaped PRT custody."

Weiss' lips formed a thin line. They wanted her to be in their debt, and there was nothing she could do as of yet, to stop that. And she didn't have any other clothes, except for her expensive, torn, blue dress. They were definitely going to use this in the future.

"Give Director Piggot my thanks." Weiss said neutrally.

This sucked.

A/N

This was supposed to be posted yesterday but life got in the way. Nothing much happened, but I hope it was enjoyable.