Something's coming. You'll find out soon.

RvB fans might get it ;)

"That's great! You're doing great, Blake!" Sun cheered as his student ventured into the deeper end of the pool. It was only her second swimming lesson since the pool party some days ago, but Blake had decided to take the literal jump in the deep end and try venturing into the water on her own. Sure, she was wearing bright pink children's floaties and could only doggy paddle, but this was an obstacle she didn't want to run away from.

"This is…" Blake panted, reaching a part of the pool where her feet could touch the bottom, "This is much harder to do than I imagined it would be…"

"That's 'cause you're doing the doggy paddle," Sun laughed, swimming over to her, "If you don't want to lose all your breath, just try treading water like I am."

"I would if I knew how," Blake retorted, flicking water in his face. In retaliation, Sun grinned and grabbed her by her arms, pulling her out into the center of the pull. "Wh-What are you doing?!"

"Stop thrashing around," Sun said, lowering his voice and loosening his grip on her arms, "Just stay calm and kick your legs back and forth. Keep your feet pointed down the whole time."

"Okay…" Blake followed his advice, but started to panic when her chin went below the surface. Seeing the worried look on her face, Sun moved his hands up under her armpits to hold her up over the water. Blake turned her blushing face away from his once she began to level out, her movements underwater slowing under the security of his hold.

"There ya go!" Sun said, his hands floating away from her as she kept her position all by herself, "Knew you could do it. Want to try it without the floaties-"

"I don't think so."

"Yeah, saw that one coming."

On the other side of the pool, a different kind of lesson was being taught. Pyrrha had reminded Jaune that they had not had one of their routine training sessions in a long while. Though the threat of Grimm and battle was at its lowest right now, honing his skills even on off-time would never be a bad thing. With no actual weapons to practice with however, the two had to improvise.

"A pool noodle?" Jaune asked, inspecting his blue rod, "You really think this is a good enough substitute for Crocea Mors?"

"It is not just the shape of a weapon that matters," Pyrrha said, wielding her own pink noodle as she kicked off her shoes, "A Huntsman must have the skill to use any weapon if the moment calls for it. If you were to lose your own in the midst of combat, would you be able to use, say, my weapons if your life depended on it?"

"…But this is a pool noodle. How's this going to-

*BONK!*

"Ow!" Jaune grasped the back of his head as the beach ball that struck him rolled back to its owner. A snickering Yang picked the rubber sphere up, holding it under her arm. "Come on Yang! Go back to making your slip n' slide over there!"

"Just came to remind you to watch your back, tough guy," Yang snorted, slapping Jaune on the shoulder, "Never know when someone's gonna sneak up on ya like that. Better learn to use that little noodle of yours."

"What?" Jaune exclaimed, studying his pool toy, "My noodle is not small! Its average!"

"I dunno… Looks a little on the tiny side if you ask me."

"Don't worry Jaune," Pyrrha smiled at her favorite noodle, "Your noodle is just fine in my eyes. Length isn't everything you know."

"Wait, are we still talking about pool noodles, or something else?"

As the discussion began leaning towards the uncomfortable side, Glynda and Velvet walked onto the scene with Weiss close behind. The heiress stepped ahead of her, trying to regain control of the tour before anything could go wrong. "So, this is the pool. Our little slice of paradise, if you ask me. Just don't forget to wear sunscreen."

"Hm," Glynda ignored most of Weiss's elaboration, too busy inspecting the surroundings for any health and safety violations, "I did notice your slightly pinker complexion, Miss Schnee. I'd recommend taking your own advice from now on."

Leaving Weiss stuttering for an answer, Glynda turned to her students around the water. "I can see you're all enjoying yourselves today."

"Define enjoy…" Blake muttered, wiggling her soaked feline ears.

"You two are welcome to take a swim, if you'd like!" Pyrrha smiled.

"I'd love to!" Velvet exclaimed, setting her camera down so she could jump into the cool water. While she seemed more than happy to accept the offer, Glynda declined for both of them.

"Unfortunately, we aren't here to have fun. This is strictly business."

"Aw, but Miss Glynda…" Velvet's ears drooped in disappointment, "Its sooo hot out today! It'd feel so good!"

"No need to be so sour, Goodwitch!" Sun said, pulling himself out of the pool, "Put a smile on your face for once and relax!"

Glynda's glare of authority told Sun he might have just crossed the line between student and teacher. "I'd be much more relaxed if my students were back studying at school and not fraternizing with the enemy."

"But isn't that the point of this?" Jaune asked, holding his noodle over his shoulder, "The whole point of this bet is to try and get rid of our enemies peacefully, right? I'd say it's actually working so far. Cinder, Torchwick, Lieutenant… Whatshisname and the others aren't that bad people once they open up to you. Can't say the same about Adam or Merc though… Still with a bit more time, we can probably get them to improve too. Coming here to try and stop this wouldn't do much good, you know? That'd only be helping whoever Ozpin's going against in this bet. So I guess I'm saying the best thing you can do Glynda is… Just stop worrying about us. We're all fine here."

Glynda was impressed: she hadn't expected Jaune to be such the outspoken individual. If his time spent here helped him improve his overall intelligence, then perhaps she had been mistaken in seeing fault in Ozpin's unorthodox methods. He might be an aloof fool at times, but he hadn't become the Headmaster of Beacon without reason.

But she wasn't the only one impressed by Jaune's way with words. Nearly drooling at the mouth from Jaune's sudden moment of standing up for everyone and looking absolutely irresistible while doing so, Pyrrha couldn't contain herself anymore. She threw her pool noodle to the side and wrapped herself around Jaune, knocking him into the pool as she smooched him to hell and back.

"Well, that was unexpected," Yang said, watching as the two sank to the bottom of the pool. Her face shifted to that of another level of shock when Pyrrha's bikini floated to the top of the pool, having accidentally come undone when the two fell. "Uh-oh."

"Oh dear!" Velvet blushed, covering her eyes from the lewdness below the surface.

"We're done for…" Weiss groaned, pinching her brow.

"Cease contact with the boy, Miss Nikos!" If there was one thing Glynda wasn't going to tolerate, it was these levels of indecency. Stomping towards the water to pull the two out, the professor was oblivious to the soapy slip n' slide on the ground before her.

FYI: High heels and slip n' slides don't mix.

"Glynda, watch out!" Sun called out, but by then it was too late.

The last thing Glynda felt before blacking out was a sharp pain in her ankle, and a high amount of regret for even stepping foot on the grounds of this house.

"Hey Oz… She's wakin' up."

"Ugh…" Clutching her head, the smell of male stank and empty beer bottles drifted into her nostrils. She gagged at the putrid scent, lurching upwards and coming face to face with her least favorite men on the planet.

"I'm glad to see you are awake," Ozpin smiled, coffee mug in his hand like always, "You've been out for quite some time now. We saw you fall on the cameras, and it was quite a nasty one at that."

"Where… Where am I?" Glynda asked, looking at the filth surrounding her. After a full observation, she then noticed the sharp pain in her ankle as well as the sticks and tape surrounding it "What happened to my foot?! What have you two done to it?!"

"To answer that last one," Qrow said, pointing his finger at her leg, "You did that. Gotta hate them slip n' slides. Make you twist and turn all around when yer tryin' to take a step. The sticks and such are our way of an apology for yer mistake. Had to keep them bones stable in some way."

"Why didn't you take me to a hospital?!"
"Unfortunately, your vehicle has mysteriously been emptied of its gasoline," Ozpin followed, "We know not who is responsible, but I assure you we will find the culprits… Once this bet reaches its conclusion, that is."

"Why someone'd do that is beyond me," Qrow smirked, "Maybe they held a grudge against ya of some sort. Maybe one started because someone like yourself sent a certain General to try and arrest us for our actions… But that's just crazy talk, ain't it Oz?"

"Mhm, quite crazy."

"…You're kidnapping me!" Glynda accused the men, her eyes wide in anger and disbelief, "You two are going to keep me here because of your wrong doings?! Who's going to run Beacon while I'm gone?!"

"We've already given Oobleck and Port a call. They were more than happy to take your place while you spend a little time off at a beach resort."

"But… But what about Miss Scarlatina?! Her team must be wondering-

"Miss Velvet will be accompanying you on this beach vacation as your personal assistant," Ozpin stated, "Which means she will be taking up residence with some locals until you return to Beacon. The rest of Team CFVY will surely understand."

"No… no, no, no!" Glynda was ready to snap. This was preposterous! She refused to be held captive by these maniacs! And now they were going to keep Velvet here as well! Oh, once this was over she was going to give them the most severe punishment of their entire lives! "Enjoy this while you can, you two! I'm going to enjoy every moment of your misery once I can walk again!"

"Just think of it this way, Glynda," Qrow smirked, leaning in towards her ear, his surprisingly minty breath clogging her nose, "At least I won't be suffering alone anymore."

Glynda had no words for him. Instead, she lunged like a viper and bit him on the chin.

Was it a civilized display?

No.

Did it feel good?

Oh fuck the hell yes.

"What is your name?"

It had been a long while since Salem had worked in her laboratory. While she was more than capable of producing Grimm at any time, there were instances where a more refined development was required. And to create something as complex as her newest toy, she had to mix science into the darkest of arts.

Standing on the table before her was a small, translucent purple shape no taller than a glass of water, human-like in silhouette and emitting a fiery violet aura. The featureless homunculus gazed up at its creator, tilting his head at her demonic face.

"My name?" it asked, studying itself for a moment before coming to its own conclusion, "Should I have one?"

"No," Salem said, "You were made for one purpose: to infect. To spread like a plague. To take over one's essence and erase their personality to the point where you become them."

"I see," it responded as it formed fingers from where its hands should be, "Yes, yes… I can sense them now. The commands, the missions imprinted into my mind… It's all coming to me now."

"That is good," Salem smiled at her creation, "You are performing exceptionally well. Now, I want you to-

"Shut up, you fool! I'm thinking here."

Salem was rarely caught off guard. But that… that was the LAST thing she was expecting to hear. "…What did you just say?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, ya filthy drag queen outta Hell," the foul mouthed purple essence snapped at her before returning to its contemplation, "Ah, yes… I feel them all! The rage! The anger! The urge to coat myself in the blood of swine and pillage villages in the name of pure, unadulterated carnage! Mwah-ha-ha! Yes! I can taste their entrails already!"

While she did appreciate the ruthlessness of her new creation, Salem wasn't sure when she had implemented such a colorful personality into this virus class Grimm. "May I ask how you've learned this foul vocabulary?"

"Silence! You may be the equivalent of God to me, but I am to become the eventual ruler of this pitiful world! Mhm, yes… Once I sabotage the unknowing residents of this so-called penthouse burned into my very evil mind, I will become a warlord with no equal! Mwah-ha-ha!"

"Remember your place in this world," Salem snarled, having already grown tired of her creation, "I can erase you in a moment's notice if I so choose."

"Ah, yes. The threat of death. But surprise! I feel nothing but the desire to slay my enemies! Mwah-ha-ha! I have fooled you completely! You have no forms of retaliation now!"

Yeah, Salem was done with this. Three days of hard work in her lab, creating a super-intelligent virus capable of overtaking machinery, and this hammy as hell, spy movie villain wannabe was the result?

Ah, fuck it. It'd have to do. Fighting stupid with stupid wasn't the worst strategy, and Ozpin was pretty damn stupid. This little psychopath would definitely give him a run for his money.

"Could you please just start your mission?" Salem groaned, gesturing to the computer, "Go infect your target, and do whatever you have to do to break those children from the inside out. And remember: be subtle. If Ozpin senses any foul play, he will put a stop to you at all costs."

"Understood. Now, does that include your own peons?"

"…Yes. I've seen them fall for the charms and friendship of the enemy. They are too far gone now to be useful."

"Mwah-ha-ha! Yes! Even more blood to be shed! Victory shall be mine!"

The small figure phased itself into the screen of Salem's computer, entering her hard drive through the black pixels on her screen. Just when she thought the little crazy man was gone, it poked its head back out for one last word with her.

"Oh, and to answer that first question of yours… I would like to bestow upon myself a name filled with great fear that you shall refer to me as from this day forth, or I shall take your eyes as souvenirs if you refuse!"

"…Pardon?"

"My name, you wench!"

"Fine… What must I call you?"

"Listen closely, for this shall be the name burned into the final thoughts of my enemies as I rip out their hearts and crap out their souls! The name of the violet harbinger of death, the one infecting the world with his immense desire for death and-

"I don't care. Just tell me your name, for fuck's sake."

"My name… Is Lord Sir Virulet the 13th!"

"…Is that the best you can come up with?"

"Oh shut up, you fool."