Wash finally shook himself awake. Actually, it was Tucker who shook him. Shaking the sleep from his eyes, he shakily made it to his feet. Swiping his hand across his face in an attempt to wipe away the drowsiness, he went through the tried and true methods each person has to wake themselves up. Staggering to his feet, he headed into the bathroom.

Exiting the ballroom, he headed towards the cafeteria. A lot of weird looks and whispering was directed towards him, but he ignored it. He opened the door, and looked around.

"Hm. Not bad. Big, lots of room, but I haven't tasted the food yet."

When he arrived, he saw that the others were already waiting at a table for him. Looking over the options and deciding that most of the food was just too unhealthy, he settled for several pieces of fruit. Sitting down at the table, he saw that Carolina had done the same. She nodded acknowledgement to him, then went back to disemboweling an apple with a combat knife. People sitting around them had already given them a large berth. Watching the teal-armored female skillfully carve a piece of fruit, those within knife range began to edge away.

Pyrrha Nikos, four-time champion of the Mistral Regional, was unhappy. She didn't let it show, but she was tired of the staring and murmuring. She hated being put on a pedestal, and had hoped that by coming to Beacon, she would be treated as an equal. Before she had even set foot in the school, she had already heard all she didn't want to hear.

"Wow. It's the Mistral Champion."

"Really? Awesome. I want an autograph."

"Hmph. She's a little girl. She doesn't look so tough. I bet I could beat her."

She loathed the sycophantic praise that everyone threw at her. She didn't like the arrogant boasting that people often said. No one treated her like Pyrrha Nikos, everyone treated her like the champion or the person to beat. It was as if everyone just treated her like an object.

Inwardly groaning, she took her food and sat down at an empty table. No one even asked if they could sit near her except for a skinny kid with a mohawk who tried a few pick-up lines on her.

Tucker snorted. He heard some idiot say the worst possible pick-up line to some red-haired chick. Laughing at the miserable excuse for a pick-up line, he mentally replayed it.

"Hey, I lost my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you instead?"

"What's so funny?"

Tucker looked over at Wash. He gestured toward the girl and explained the situation.

"Some mohawk kid tried to pick-up that girl over there. He said the worst thing."

"What was it?"

"He said, and I quote, 'Hey, I lost my teddy bear. Can I sleep with you instead?' to try and hook up with her."

Wash simply stared at Tucker for a moment with his mouth hanging open before saying, "That was the worst pick-up line. Ever. Of all time."

"I know right?"

The two chuckled and laughed.

"So, what happened to the guy?"

"Shot down like a one-winged duck."

"With an opening that bad, not unexpected."

"Hey, Wash, I dare you to say that to Carolina."

Carolina chose that moment to join the conversation.

"Say what to me?"

The two males jumped and quickly did what they could to clear themselves of any possible guilt.

"N-nothing."

Under her helmet, Carolina's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"What was it?"

Tucker recounted the misadventure of the now-dubbed mohawk kid. Carolina snorted and began laughing.

"Wow. That was almost as bad as some of York's pick-"

She paused mid-sentence and fell silent. Wash inwardly winced. It was well-known to the Reds and Blues that York was still a touchy subject around Carolina. It seemed that being turned into teenagers had reduced their ability to cope with their past.

In an extremely weak attempt to divert Carolina's attention, Tucker said, "I'm gonna go hit on her instead, show that fool how it's done."

Somehow, it worked.

"Good luck with that Tucker. Hope she castrates you."

With that the teal-armored man (now boy) walked over to the red-haired girl a few tables away. Wash sighed and followed him, hoping to keep damage to a minimum.

Pyrrha Nikos continued to eat her breakfast until one of the suits of armor walked over. This one had teal armor, but wasn't the female she saw the night before. The man walked over and leaned down.

"Hey girl. On a scale of one-to-ten, you're a nine. And I'm the one you need."

She inwardly groaned at another attempt from some random person who simply went after her for her looks.

Wash was stunned.

"After talking all that smack about the other kid's pick-up line, he goes and says something like that!?"

Pyrrha turned toward him, plastering a fake smile on her face and prepared to politely refuse. She was not, however, prepared for his reaction.

Tucker smiled, until the girl looked at him. He yelped and back away shouting "Please don't kill me! I don't have much to live for but the universe doesn't like wasting!"

Wash gasped in his helmet. The girl was practically a clone of Carolina. The face, the hair, the eyes, they were exactly the same. Wait, the eyes were different. They were the same green, but though they had a hint of sadness and loneliness in them, it was nothing compared to the pain and desperation Wash had seen in Carolina's.

Pyrrha was confused at the man's terrified reaction. It looked like he had seen a demon. She was even more confused when he began pleading with someone named Carolina. Who was this Carolina who had terrified him so much? Another man in the same type of armor, the one who had scared the entire ballroom quiet the night before walked forward.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?"

Pyrrha nodded and the man took his seat next to her. After making minute adjustments to make himself more comfortable, he turned and looked at the other man.

"Tucker, get a grip. She's not Carolina. She just looks and sounds exactly like her."

Pyrrha gasped.

"Professor Ozpin, I had no idea-"

"Wait what? I'm not the headmaster."

"But you sound just like-"

A man in pink armor walked up next to them and joined in.

"Hey Carolina! Love the outfit! When did you change?"

"Um. My name is Pyrrha Nikos. I was just speaking with the headmaster-"

"Hey! I'm not the headmaster."

Then the teal-armored female walked over.

"What's all the commotion about?"

Everyone in a ten-foot radius fell silent, mentally comparing the voice of Agent South Carolina of Project: Freelancer to the voice of Pyrrha Nikos of Mistral.

"U-um. Who are you?" Pyrrha asked.

"Wait. Say something." the teal-armored female commanded.

"Hello? My name is Pyrrha Nikos."

The grey-and-yellow man spoke up. "Unbelievable. They're-"

The woman finished his sentence, "-identical."

She reached up and twisted her helmet off. Pyrrha gasped again. Surely, this must be a dream. Green eyes shadowed by red hair looked into green eyes shadowed by red hair.

Tucker screamed, "Oh my god! There are two of them! Two demons!"

Wash and Donut just watched in stunned disbelief. Pyrrha and Carolina were in similar states of shock. For a long moment, everyone just stared at one another.

Sorry about the short chapters. Chapters will probably be put up more sporadically and be shorter because school starts soon. So once again, sorry about the short chapters.