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Chapter 7

Pyrrha Nikos felt out of place.

It was the third morning of the school year. She had been the first to wake, with Lie Ren only seconds after. Nora and Jaune had fallen back to sleep when they realized they still had two more hours of shut eye before class started. Bless their souls. They knew who she was but never brought it up or thought much of it. Well, except Jaune. He had been more ecstatic about meeting the face that gave him his first cavity. He had not even known what the Mistral Regional Tournament was. She felt that they would have a good partnership.

But they were not the reason why she felt out of place. It was not an uncommon feeling, but this one stood out in particular.

Allison Tex.

That girl she had met before Initiation and who bore a resemblance to her in all but personality. She had claimed to be a scouter of talents to join a society of sorts. Pyrrha had experience with scouts. It was how she managed to get her face on the cover of Pumpkin Pete's cereal box. But Tex had been different from the others. It was as though there was something more than just talent that the shark-teethed girl was after.

She looked like she was preparing for a much greater event.

It was a strange feeling.

Pyrrha sighed and reached the door to the rooftop. She had been searching for an area to do her morning exercises and this was her first choice. She opened the door, unprepared for the series of events that were to come.

She saw white.

The Mistrali redhead rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not seeing wrong.

She looked again.

There was a naked guy standing on the roof, covered from top to bottom in mayonnaise, complete with a pose that would not look out of place in a Swan Lake performance. And by that, she meant that he was standing arms out in a Y-pose and one leg curled up like a flamingo. By his side were two guys and many, many used jars of mayonnaise. She gathered what she saw and came to her own conclusions.

Pyrrha thought she had seen strange things, seeing as how Mistral was home to all the strange things mankind had brought forth on Remnant. Clearly, she had not.

"Where the hell did you get all of this mayonnaise?" One of the guys she recognized as Leonard Church. Which meant that mayonnaise-covered person was either Lavernius Tucker or Michael Caboose. "Goddamn, Tucker. I can't catch up with your thoughts at all, and this is coming from the guy who takes care of a blond manchild."

Tucker, it was.

"I heard from Donut it can be used as a substitute for sunblock and I wanted to test it out as soon as possible. I might not get another chance like this," the posing boy said. Not a hint of shame could be heard. "And don't kid yourself, dude. I only asked if you wanted to get rid of the boxes that were in front of our dorm. You agreed without a pause and dragged Caboose with you." There was a slight pause. "…Caboose, you can stop rubbing around my crotch now. I don't like guys touching my junk."

"Captain Butterscotch once cleaned around there and said it was a way of saying how much I care."

"Right. I'll feel much better about that if I ever find signs of heterosexuality from the guy."

Pyrrha found it ironic that Team… Chlamydia? …CLMA was engaging in an activity that was pretty much standard for gay smut and had the gall to imply they were straight. But then again, that was her own thoughts and she might be wrong about it. Politeness could go a long way.

"So back to what I was saying, Church."

"Yeah, see, Tucker. I'm only doing this because Tex was sharpening her knives. And when Tex is sharpening her knives, that usually means that she's gonna throw them. I usually end up being the target. Or Caboose."

"The mean shark lady is on her period again."

"Caboose, that is not how periods work and you know it."

"You bleed. I bleed. Tucker bleeds. She comes out happy. What's the difference?"

There was a brief silence.

"…He's got you on that, Church."

"Shut up, Tucker. I'm not the guy who bought 140 jars of mayo."

"And I'm not the guy who is Caboose's permanent babysitter. Who's the idiot now?"

"Big talk from the guy who's a single dad to an alien abomination of nature."

"Woah-hoh! Let's keep family out of this!"

"Then let's all agree that this is bullshit and we're only doing this because you wanted to run away and we did not want to get shanked. None of us won."

"Tex did."

"Yes, Caboose. Yes, she did," Church sighed resignedly.

Slowly, quietly, Pyrrha closed the door and made her way back to her dorm. Perhaps she could do morning training another day. Today she learned that Tex may be a lot more vicious than she thought her to be. And that Tex's teammates were really weird.

Hoo boy, how little she knew.

"…Is cereal soup?"

"We are not having this discussion, Grif. Last time you did something like that, we argued whether or not a hotdog is a sandwich."

Breakfast time. The cafeteria was packed with glee and excitement for the day to come. As was usual for a cafeteria at one of the most prestigious Huntsman academies on Remnant, it was expected that its students would be provided the best course of meals. Of course, the kids did not know that and the number of sacrifices made to secure said ingredients, the ungrateful bastards. Only a handful of students who understood the hardships of getting their hands on food would know and conserve, but that was not the case for the others.

Case in point, Grif and Simmons discussing the technicalities of titles in the food realm.

"Please. You only say that because you know you won't win. Last time, you thought hotdogs are not sandwiches. Guess what, bitch? Anything between two pieces of bread is called a sandwich."

"Grif," Simmons growled irritably, taking his eyes away from his ProScroll. He had impulsively bitten into Grif's bait, "I don't care what you think. Cereal out the box is still cereal. Do you eat chicken without broth and call it chicken soup? And following that, I stand by the belief that milk is mandatory sauce to cereal."

"I see," Grif did his best 'Wash' impression. "So cereal with milk is pasta."

"No, you fuck!" The smart one of the Reds lost his temper and slammed his cyborg fist on the table. He drew curious stares around him but he didn't notice. "Pastas are eaten with forks! How do you eat milk and cereal with a fork?!"

"With great determination, Simmons," The orange Red replied seriously. "Also, sporks are a thing. And last time I checked, you can eat cereal and pastas with sporks. Checkmate."

"You are insufferable, Grif!"

"Your face is insufferable!"

[¿Qué hay de que todos estemos de acuerdo en que los que vierten la leche antes de los cereales son herejes que merecen solo el exterminio? / How about we all agree that those who pour in milk before cereal are heretics deserving only extermination?] Lopez intoned, expecting nothing from the conversation.

"You guys are so silly!" Donut laughed at the two, comb in hand brushing his hair. "Cereal with milk is a salad. You put the cereal in a bowl first, then pour the dressing (the milk) on top. Then you toss the cereal until it's all covered in white. It's so easy!"

""Shut up, Donut!""

Just as they yelled his name, Team RWBY approached them with Yang at the front. She had wanted to introduce her new teammates to her sassy gay friend (patent pending). "What up, Donut? How's it rolling?"

"Hi, Yang! We were just talking about what cereal and milk can be called besides salad." Donut brought her up to date. Simmons and Grif were still arguing about what cereal was to hear what their team leader was saying. "I think we still need more team building exercises before we can reach a consensus."

"From the looks of it, you're all already acquainted with each other," Weiss observed.

"Good eyes! Uhm…" He trailed off as he looked at Weiss listlessly. "…Snow princess."

"Weiss Schnee." She brushed her side-ponytail back pompously. "Honestly, I'm beginning to think Beacon is full of country hicks. How is it that the Schnee name is not known here?"

"Hey, I take offense to that!" The orange guy shouted. Team RWBY turned towards him. "What do you mean, I'm one of the worst?"

Simmons fixed his glasses. "Oh, sorry. You are the worst person I have the pleasure of being friends with!"

"And you are the worst kissass I've ever met. Who would have thought you would call your CO 'dad'? You have a lot of unresolved issues in your head compared to me, man."

"That's Grif and Simmons," Donut introduced the two. He leaned towards the all-girls team and whispered dramatically, "Between me and you, I think they're really in love with each other."

"Aww~" Yang cooed at the thought. "That's so sweet! Just like one of Blake's smut!"

Blake stared at her partner irritably. "Do not start this discussion, Yang. My books and them are two separate things. And my books are not smut!"

"Oh?" Yang wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Their muffled moans soon filled the air as our heroine felt her body heating and tensing up even further, their clothes sliding further off, the restrictions around their moist, supple bodies making the situation even tens-"

The black-themed girl slammed a palm across Yang's mouth. "You promised you wouldn't do that!"

Yang muffled out a laughter while Weiss scoffed in disgust at the antic.

"Boys… can like boys?"

The blonde stiffened and looked towards Ruby, who was processing some things that she really did not want her little sister to be thinking about. Red spread through her cheeks.

"But boys can't like boys!" Ruby stated with certainty. It dwindled away miserably as the table became silent. "…c-can they?"

Yang decided that it would be best not to mention that one time their uncle and dad were caught sleeping naked and drunk in the same bed. Ruby had not been there, and the blonde had to repress that memory for her own sake.

"Of course not, Ruby. Otherwise, Dad would be sleeping with Uncle Qrow by now."

Goddamnit, Yang. Why did you say it like that?

"Ew! Ew ew ew!" Ruby rubbed her head in agony, eyes scrunching cutely. "My head has become dirty and will never be undirty again!"

Well then. At least she could be assured that Ruby would not be looking at yaoi anytime soon. Or boys, for that matter. She was not allowed a boyfriend until 35, at the very least.

[Un resumen de mi vida ahora. / A summary of my life now.] Lopez spoke up in his velvety robot voice. Everyone turned to look at him.

"…What." Ruby, having quickly recovered from her brief trauma, summarized her team's response.

[Malditos filisteos. Extraño a Penny. / Damn philistines. I miss Penny.]

"Sooooo, what's up with him?"

"That is Lopez! He's our mechanized teammate. Don't ask why he's covered in clothes. He's very shy."

[¿Te estás burlando de mí? / Are you making fun of me?] The hidden-in-plain-sight robot said with a slightly deeper monotone.

"You do look burly in that outfit! Good work, Lopez! Acknowledging that you are gaining weight and that you need help is the first step towards weight loss. *sniff* He's growing up so fast." Donut weeped genuine tears of joy.

[Sabía que debería dejarte por muerto en Sidewinder. Dios mío. / I knew I should left you for dead in Sidewinder. My God.]

"Um." The quietest member of RWBY, Blake spoke up, "I know I don't have any part in how a team should behave, but I feel like there is a lot of hostility in yours."

[¿Cuál fue tu primera pista? / What was your first clue?] A sarcastic remark from Lopez made its way to Blake. She furrowed her brows, trying to understand the Spanish speaking robot.

"Nah, we've always been like this, only this time, I'm the one in charge." Donut puffed his chest proudly. "It's my first time as leader, but as they say, anything can run long with enough lube."

Ruby swallowed nervously. "Gee, you don't think you can manage that, can you?" She probed, hoping for any lessons she could get in being team leader. She sorely needed them.

The pink-themed Red clicked his tongue repeatedly and wiggled his finger at the leader of Team RWBY, "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby. The key to maintaining a healthy relationship within a team, is mutual understanding and trust in one another. Right, guys?"

"Shut the fuck up." ― [Cierra la boca / Shut the fuck up.] ― "Shut your fucking mouth, Donut."

The entirety of Team FLSD responded as one and continued their talk.

"See? They're all in agreement! The system works," Donut happily cheered.

Ruby looked positively horrified. Was she going to have her teammates tell her to shut up too? Was Yang going to tell her to shut up, too? She didn't want that! Her heart won't be able to stand it!

"That's your idea of teamwork?" Weiss questioned with distasteful skepticism. "It looks more like you're making yourself to be the scapegoat for your team."

"I'm just following what I learned from out previous leader. Usually, it's Grif who's the scapegoat. Sarge had always been adamant about giving grief to Grif since," Donut paused in thought. "…since always. Hey Grif! Why does Sarge always pick on you?"

Grif stared at Donut blankly. "How the hell should I know? Simmons was the one he picked on before he went onto me and before Simmon went full-on kissass mode. So how about it, Simmons? Why does Sarge hate me?"

"Grif. You want an actual answer, I would have to write an essay. Complete with MLA format and Works Cited, detailing why Sarge hates you."

"Yeah, I think it's better we don't know the answer, then. Essays are boring."

"Really now." The white-haired girl raised a brow. She stared at the group dynamic of the Red Team, now dubbed Team FLSD. "You are, without a doubt, the strangest people I know of."

Grif scoffed. "Then clearly, you haven't been out much. You should meet the Blues. Never a dull day for them."

"The Blues?"

"Oh right. You know them as–"

"Team CLMA? Team CLMA!" Glynda Goodwitch called out.

Church sighed at the mention of the team name. He was not going to get used to being called Columbia. Tucker was right, in some way. It was way easier if they were recognized as Chlamydia. Though to be fair, getting named after an STI or STD or whatever would warrant years of ridicule, and coupled with an environment that was full of hormonal teenagers that were still mentally developing, it would just be worse. Decisions, decisions.

"Um, yeah? What's up, teach?"

"Send forth a representative from your team for dueling demonstration." Goodwitch fixed her glasses. "And Team CRDL as well!"

The Blue Team, now christened Team CLMA, looked at each other before Tex decided to take a shot at it. She was raring for something to beat up anyways. Sucks for the guy she was gonna go up against. Apparently, Team CRDL chose to send their leader, Cardin Winchester.

Once in the ring…

"Ooh, what's this? You're sending a girl? What's she gonna do, have a slapping competition?" Cardin taunted the team, seeing that Tex had no weapon on her. He clearly did not know who he was messing with, though that was expected.

That did not stop Tex from feeling a tad bit murderous. The boy's taunt reminded her a bit too much of a certain talking explosive implement she had the misfortune of building in her phase.

That was strike one.

"…I'm going to enjoy this a lot more than I should," she said with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Please don't kill him, Tex." Church called out from the crowd.

"Kill him? Oh no. I would never. I'm just going to give him the "Grif" treatment."

Across the room, Grif felt his balls ache with phantom pain and bent over, feeling sick in the stomach. The Red and Blue Team gave him a sympathetic gaze. On the other hand, Tex grinned at his reaction. No matter how much time passed and visits to the infirmary, the trauma would never go away.

Cardin flicked his weapon, a mace, up with an overconfident flair. Tex brushed her hands, making sure her hidden weapons were in place if she needed them, and adopted a boxing stance.

And just when the duel was about to start, the former just had to get some words in.

"So, do the curtains match the drapes, or are you just copying Nikos?"

Strike two.

"I guess I'm just reference for the day you dye your dick." Tex bantered back.

"I actually shave, for your info."

"That makes one of us."

"Aww, what's the matter? 'Fraid of hurting your vagina?"

Tex stilled.

Strike three.

"And he's out, the poor bastard."

Tucker summarized his team's (and Red Team's) collective thought. Not Caboose, though. Caboose was too busy making sure Freckles was safe, sound, and free of rust inside and out. So that basically meant he thought Freckles had to be watered. Yeah. Tex had the good mind to replace the "water" with a special kind of mixture she concocted, so the AI was not getting waterlogged any day soon.

"Um?" A blond knight dude next to them spoke up in a confused voice. "Out? The fight hasn't even started yet."

Church took out a scroll and began recording, "Everyone gets three strikes before they're out. It's a pretty basic rule in baseball, man. You should get out more often." He did not bother looking at the blond knight guy, the Chinese looking guy (whatever that meant), the orange haired hyperactive girl, and the redhead that looked vaguely like Tex.

"Yeah, Jaune! What do you think this is, frosh orientation? Get with the program!" Nora popped up beside him. Ren followed and sat down. "…Wait, what are we talking about again?"

"We're talking about the guy who's about to get castrated. Oh, and Tex, I guess," Church answered, staring warily at the girl who just popped up. Why did he feel so wary around her?

"Oooooh, look Ren! It's the shark girl that managed to bite your hands and throw you around when we fought her!"

The boy getting shook managed to keep a poker face throughout the ordeal. "I can see her, Nora." It was surprising as much as it was scary how he could still maintain his sanity with how he was getting manhandled like a doll. Perhaps Church could take notes on him. "I'm going to have to apologize for Nora here. She can be a bit troubling for others at times."

The guy, Ren, had caught Church's wary look. "Nah, it's all good. She just reminds me of someone is all." He turned to Caboose, who had managed to somehow disassemble Freckles in a matter of seconds and was scurrying to pick up the screws and bits that flew out haphazardly. Thank goodness the AI unit wasn't lost. "If that someone gets on your nerves all the damn time.

"Then I hope we don't bother you much." Ren responded nonetheless. What a cool guy.

"Muu! Are you dissing me already, Ren? Do I need to remind you that you never did your sloth sound when I needed you most? I demand satisfaction this moment!"

The redhead that looked like Tex giggled. Church felt a weird sense of nausea, like one who was seeing an extremely foreign concept in front of them would feel. It had to do with someone who looked like Tex laughing like a schoolgirl. That was weird. He would later learn that this was Pyrrha Nikos. "Of course, your Majesty. I shall see to it that pancakes make it to your bedside tomorrow."

"Mm! See to it that you do, my subject!" Nora nodded, apparently appeased by the sacrifice offered to her. "See, Ren? Some people know how to please their teammates. Unlike SOME other people." She stared pointedly at her best friend/childhood friend/totally-not-her-boyfriend in a bundle, clearly trying to get a rise out of him. And like he always did for the past decade for good reasons, he remained taciturn and placid in his response,

"Nora." Said girl perked at his call. "Don't be mean."

"Oops! Did it again, did I? Te-he!"

"Church! Church! I think I found the last piece!" The bench they – CLMA and JNPR – were all sitting on collapsed. "…Tucker did it."

"Well, at least she can be reasoned with. Kinda. I think. Now look at him. You see what we have to deal with?" Tucker pointed at Caboose. "You need another spectrum of reason to deal with him."

"Ohoohoo~!" Nora giggled on the floor. It did not bear well with the others. "It looks like the queen has landed on her tushy. And it was not Ren's fault this time. You know what that means!" She got up and drew out her weapon, a giant warhammer and grenade launcher that was waved around like a staff. Nora stared ravenously at the culprit of her (lightly) bruised gluteus maximus, who was blissfully unaware of the danger next to him. "It's wartime to avenge the queen's honor!"

"Nora, no."

"NORA, YES!"

A loud beep indicating yellow aura level was heard throughout the arena.

"Huh. That was quick."

Tex did not even bother taking any of her weapons out. She had rushed in, decked the bastard in the neck, and immediately went into a southpaw stance. In his stunned state, Cardin tried to hurl his mace at her, which she countered, backfisted, and jabbed his pectorals. She maneuvered past another swing, struck his liver from behind and ducked a spinning elbow to retaliate with a hook to the jaw. Discombobulated, the tall boy attempted to punch at Tex, which she caught easily and jabbed twice and uppercut into his guts. His eyes spinning, he could not avoid her grabbing his head to deliver a nasty hook that spun him violently about. Attempting to keep himself standing, he stumbled right into a knee to the cranium and felt himself get lifted up by the woman in a fireman carry before getting slammed to the floor.

A completely merciless assault without him getting any single chance to get a hit in, all while completely disregarding his plate armor. That had to be humbling, discouraging, and emasculating as all hell. He could feel his Aura dipping down to the yellow zone, if the loud beep had not been enough indication.

The leader of CRDL weakly turned his body over and could not even feel the urge to get back up.

"What's wrong, big boy? Weren't you going to tell a girl what she should be doing instead?" She cooed as mockingly as the big boy had been doing minutes earlier.

Cardin spat onto the floor. "…You got lucky, bitch."

"Aww, what a dazzling nickname. You're making me cry," Tex cracked her knuckles and neck. Cardin felt his pride get stung and completely mouthed off,

"I bet you're the kind of people that everyone only tolerates." He snarled as he got up, his bravado returning as the hormones that governed the aspects of teenage drama got the better of him. "I bet when you leave, they talk behind your back. And I can understand that 'cuz I can't tell what's more inbred: a Faunus or a sandwich."

The silence that suddenly invaded the ring made the audience fidget nervously. Teams CLMA and FLSD cringed at the dumbass's remarks. They had to. He deserved everything that was going to happen.

After all, you talk shit, you better be prepared to get hit. It's why the Reds and Blues have the dynamic they have now. They're both always ready to kick each other's asses. It was only because they've known each other for so long that they had not tried to kill each other by now.

"…You realize you're going to die for that, right?"

"Oooh, whaddya you gonna do? Punch me in the face and give me chlamydia?" His mouth ran before his brain could function properly.

Tex's eyes dilated. She smiled evilly, showing her bare teeth to the world. Grif felt a chill run down his spine and towards his crotch. The monster was back.

"You know. It'd just occurred to me that you're forgetting something. Something very important that you should know about by now. Lucky for you, I have a fresh supply to give for absolutely free. Problem is, you'll have to give it up first."

"What a-"

"YOUR FUCKING BALLS."

She disappeared, reappeared right in front of him before he could react, and her knee rose sharply towards his stomach, sending him into the air. As soon as Cardin attempted to regain his bearing when he landed, Tex had already shoved him to the ground backfirst, grabbing a leg as he fell back. She reared back a fist, her serrated smile alight as she found her target.

Cardin saw why and panicked.

"W-wait wait wai-!"

*CRUNCH!*

Every XY chromosomes carrier cringed painfully at the sight while simultaneously clutching their own crotch, all while feeling varying levels of sympathy for Cardin Winchester, Grif more than anyone else Some were even crying. They had all felt their masculinity take a massive hit through Cardin, with some even having stray thoughts of what kind of eyeliner would look best on them. It had already been enough watching Tex hand his ass with CQC alone. This was just kicking the dog while it's down.

Meanwhile, Tex had gained herself a female cult following as the Nutcracker, which was created the moment she mercilessly followed up her groin punch with a groin kick, sending the poor soul flying out of the ring. The only proof of Cardin's remaining dignity as a Huntsman-in-training and as a man was a pitiful moan as he tried his best to stave away the pain to no avail and his aura shattering to zero.

"Sadly, there are no returns," Tex finished, brushing her hands free.

A bell rang. "That's the match. Allison Tex of Team CLMA is victorious." Professor Goodwitch appeared as the lights turned on. "And that is an example of what you should expect in this class. Perhaps it will be an equal match. Perhaps it will be an unfair match. Perhaps it will be a match with unexpected results. Some will be short, some will be long. Nevertheless, you are all expected to learn what your misgivings are, what your strengths are, and how you can use all of them to your advantage. In the days to come, you will be tested… and it will be what you gain from those days that count to your final grade."

The professor did not state any further when the class bell rang. "Class dismissed. I expect you to come prepared in our next class session. As your generation would say, 'Come at it with your A-game.' Team CRDL, be kind and escort your leader to the nurse's office, if you would."

A couple minutes away, Emily Grey began giggling feverishly and brought out implements that were clearly meant for surgery. Doc did not bother asking why and went along with her demands. He was used to it by now.

In the crowd leaving the class… the XX chromosomes carrier were in a state of excitement and excitement. The difference was left to the imagination.

"Holy shit. Tex is a bit of a badass," Yang stated bluntly.

"A bit? How about a COMPLETE badass!" Her sister said otherwise animatedly.

"As crass as that match was, she definitely knew what she was doing," Weiss offered a modest opinion, but was impressed by the sheer brutality. "I did not see a single wasted movement and she took complete advantage of Cardin's weakness. She would make an excellent Huntress in the near future. He was no match for her in the least."

Blake offered her two Liens, "Wouldn't it be better to say she utterly emasculated him? I don't think Cardin will be walking properly for the next few days, if ever."

"You sound a bit too pleased by that, Blake."

"Do I now?" Her bow twitched slightly, unnoticed by everyone. "It must be your imagination."

"What I wouldn't give to try a spar with her. That would be the best." Yang proclaimed.

"At least she didn't bite this time. That would have been really messy." A voice behind them said. The blonde brawler immediately recognized the voice and swung a backfist. Tucker dodged… well, he didn't dodge so much as he stopped right before it fully connected, her gauntlet barely grazing the tip of his nose. "And that would not even count as messy. How you been, sugartits?"

"Better than you're gonna be," Sugartits growled, the memory of her hair getting cut still fresh. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't pummel you right now."

"'Cuz Goodwitch is behind us?" True enough, Professor Goodwitch came out and glanced curiously at Team RWBY.

"…Fair enough."

He lives for now, she mentally stated.

"Church!" Ruby said merrily. Said person sighed and tried a smile.

"Hey, Ruby." His usual anger ebbed away when Ruby smiled back. Huh. That's odd.

"Church! Church! I saw everything! Tex was all like WHOOSH! PA-POW! CRUNCH! Omae wa mou shindeiru. Then BAM! She slammed him down like in that wrestling show! Is she the female Batista?! How does she look like Pyrrha?! Is she Pyrrha's long lost sister?! IS-"

Church by now had come to treat Ruby like he would treat Caboose: he shut out nearly every words that were flying animatedly out her mouth. Minus the whole angry part. Of course, he couldn't shut his ears like Lopez could, so he made do with achieving a zen-like state of mind where no stimulation of the senses could hope to breach the sanctity of his soul.

So all of that it meant he switched into a braindead moron. It wasn't as glamorous as it sounded.

"Uh, uhm… She's a Faunus, right?" Ruby reached the last of her questions.

"Nah, she just has really sharp teeth," Church replied with absentminded sarcasm. "Yep, she's a shark Faunus. Instead of gills and fins, she can walk on land instead of only sticking to water. I'll give you three guesses what her trait is."

"Really now?" Blake chimed up, apparently interested in Tex's heritage. "Like how a cat faunus could also be a panther or a lion, but her's is a special variation in accordance with traits-"

"Did someone say cat?" Caboose popped out of nowhere with a complete reassembled Freckles.

Blake stared straight into Caboose's blue eyes. Caboose stared right into Blake's amber eyes.

"…You. Stay away. From me." Blake tersely ordered.

Caboose tilted his head in confusion. Then the other way. Weiss, who had been content with staying quiet, felt a chilling sensation and decided it would be best to make her way out before-

"Female Church!"

"Oh no!" She broke into a sprint, complete with Glyphs. Ruby, who was confused by the sudden retreat, followed her partner without thinking. Caboose ran after them like a dog after a squirrel.

"Oh hey look. He listened to you. Good work, what's-your-face. You'll make a fine addition to this clusterfuck we call a group." Tucker said cheekily. Blake groaned, her fear of dogs ebbing away to show embarrassment. Yang had long forgotten her anger towards the aqua teal teen and snorted with laughter at what just happened, even if it did not make any sense.

"What'd I miss?" The star of the show finally arrived. Tex came with a towel over her shoulders.

"Caboose is about to make a fool out of himself and two poor souls."

"So basically, Tuesday."

"Yup."

"This is a normal day to you?" Yang had to ask.

"You have no idea. You'd have to hang out with us to understand."

Their curiosity got the better of them and like that, their fates were sealed.

-DarkAkatsuk1