The night previous to the initiation, all of Beacon students talked about my rabbit themed pajamas.
All according to plan.
When the lights went out, I sneaked my way out amid the shadows. My target was the cliff, there I spotted the launcher platforms.
Piece of trivia; academies place safeties on these bad boys. Another piece of trivia; pops invented these babies.
As I was using my scroll to access the launcher sett-
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-"Arabella's child."
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I stopped cold and scanned my surroundings.
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From the shadows, silent as a cat, a raven-haired student emerged.
As she came closer, I struggled to spot any telltale appendages, namely fluffy ears, tails, claws.
Then she went down on a knee and removed her bow, exposing some fluffy ears that would give Cardin a nosebleed.
-"The tribe of Kali sends their regards, Lord Protector".
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-"Could you help me with three small favours?"
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She nodded.
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I extended my hand.
"No kneeling among equals."
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She looked uncertain at my hand but finally took it, and stood up.
-"Which are the other two, my lord?"
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I crossed my arms in front of my face, making an X.
-"No titles either. Name's Jaune. Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue." And sent her a wink.
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She canted her head.
-"And, pray tell, which is the third?"
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I recalled one if pops lessons.
Son, crazy isn't always bad. Sometimes the world needs crazy.
-"Your parents were WhiteFang before Taurus poisoned that noble institution."
She looked away but not before I could spot some mist in her eye.
-"Whatcha think about Make love, not war?"