Sorry for the long wait guys. Pyrrha and myself have been quite busy with work, life, and the like. As such we haven't been RP'ing as often as we want, nor have I had the time to transcribe. HOWEVER, here is the next iteration for you reading pleasure!

This is a Tumblr RP between Pyrrha-of-the-Grimm and Snuckintobeacon. I have transcribed it from old archives so apologies for any weird structure and/or syntax.

Jaune let her drag him, his head aching something fierce.

"We need to make some money," he muttered.

"I know Jaune. I'm feeling better now and the armory should be open, so we have that," she said as she pulled him into the bathroom and began stripping off her armor.

Such a shame she got it messed up already, she was just getting used to it.

"You should probably get undressed now."

"Oh…" he hissed, "what you're not gonna service you buyer?" he said jokingly but taking a stance to escape if need be.

"And how would my 'Buyer' want to be served?" she cooed, removing her bracers and leg guards. 'Fake it until you make it Pyrrha,' she thought internally.

He approached her, taking off his armor and shirt and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

Resting his head on her he said into her ear, "Your master commands you," he began undoing her breastplate behind her, "to never do something so foolish like that with the door ever again."

Pyrrha shivered as he undid the back of her chest plate.

'Looks like Jaune was getting into this now,' she thought.

"But it worked, didn't it?" she pouted, though he probably couldn't see her face at this angle.

While Pyrrha might've thought that Jaune was in the mood, Jaune was just being… Jaune. Apparently him being consoling was turning her on. Ignorant of her actual feelings, he hugged her tight and pecked her on the head with a kiss.

"If it works at the price of your health it isn't worth it," he told her.

Pyrrha felt at ease in his arms, leaning her back into his chest, though that didn't mean she was going to give in so easily.

"I was fine Jaune, really," she reached her arms up and over to wrap her hands around the back of his head, pulling him a bit closer.

Jaune finally started to get the idea and froze up, however he was trapped in her arms already. His own arms wrapped around her waist while he let his head be pulled closer to Pyrrha. Through his chest he could feel the thumping of his heart as it began to race against Pyrrha's smooth back.

"S-sure you were Pyrrha," he mumbled, feeling her hair ruffle against his beard and his hands slide up her waist and side.

'What am I doing? What am I doing? We were just showering… RIGHT! Just… showering…' he thought to himself frantically.

Pyrrha could feel Jaune's hands making trails up her sides, leaving goose flesh in their wake.

"Is-is there anything y-you want Master?" she stuttered out slight. 'Dust this felt nice.'

He was ruefully reminded of how cute her stuttering was, hands shaking as he held her hips. The 'master' thing pricked at him and yet made his skin tingle. It had been so long since he'd been intimate with anyone… like he had any experience at all.

"One," he kissed her neck, watching her squirm, "don't' call me master. We're equals Pyrrha, partners. We are least of all, master and servant."

The kiss to her neck sent more shivers up and down her spine. Dust that felt good. She simply nodded her ascent to Jaune, not entirely trusting her voice in that moment as she was wrapped up in his arms.

"And two," he turned her around while reaching past to turn on the shower head.

Although he might have been sounding cool, Jaune was a nervous wreck inside. Practically everything he was saying was pulled from romantic comics he had read. The water, he hoped as he stepped under it with her, would cool down his burning skin.

"Kiss me… please?'

By this point, it didn't matter that Pyrrha was still sorting her head out, that they were fugitives from the world, and that really everything else right now seemed like shit. Right now, standing here with her partner, the falling water seemed to wash away all those problems, and she nodded. Closing her eyes, she leaned in towards Jaune, tilting her head so her lips could meet his.

Everything felt… wet to be honest. The water soaked their still clothed bottom halves and drenched their lips and yet… amongst the beating of the water on his head, Jaune felt at peace. He felt his hands relax and follow the curves down her back as he lightly pressed her against the wall.

"Wow…" he breathed, pulling away. "Who know you could do more than bite," he joked.

"Yeah, who knew…" she said breathless.

Third time's the charm they say, and this, well she was certainly charmed now. And so she dipped in for another kiss, the floodgates of inhibition finally breaking down.

Again, lips found his in a surprise attack that put him off guard. He closed his eyes, tasting the bitter tang of the traces of blood and flesh mixed in with Pyrrha's sweet taste. Her sweet taste… OH GRIMM WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! Content to keep their lips interlocked, he let his hands roam, gliding over her back and then down her legs, resting on her rump so he could better pull her into him.

"Mmmmph," he mumbled.

Jaune's hands felt like fire as they trailed over her skin. They burned her but it burned so good. She couldn't resist moaning when he cupped her rear, pulling them closer together. Her own hands had found their way around his shoulders, sliding into his hair to push into a deeper kiss. Dust this felt right.

Mistaking her moan as one of pain, Jaune pulled away slightly, hovering his hands an inch above her curves as if there was a forcefield around his skin.

"Are you… are you okay?" he hissed out of breath. "I don't want to hurt you and if you don't want to I understand…" he said, feeling that he may have gone too far. His priority was always his teammates' wellbeing first, not his own carnal cravings.

Pyrrha was surprised with how he jumped apart from her, and honestly a bit disappointed as well, but with what he had said she only felt warmth in her heart.

'Such a gentleman,' she thought.

"I'm fine Jaune, really. This is all so… nice," she said for lack of better words, smiling at him at she rested her forehead against hers.

He felt his beard brush against her face. He would have to get rid of that or else she'd keep kissing a bush.

"I agree," Jaune whispered, speaking any louder felt like he was going to wake up from a dream. "I.. I really don't know what I'm doing," he chuckled, brushing his knuckles over her collar and the very, very, VERY top of her chest. He was still a dork with girls.

"I believe you were kissing me, my dear partner," she sighed as his hands continued to travel over her.

However a deep breath changed everything.

"… And that we were both still quite dirty," she said with a slightly pained smirk.

Geez, just the one sniff completely set her off, no wonder she had dragged them here.

Jaune stepped back, looking down at himself and then at Pyrrha's scowl. Inside was a voice telling him to jump forward but his mind tugged on its leash.

"Well the blood and gore are a great compliment to you skin and hair color," he shot back, grinning and then gagging as he got a whiff too. "Okay… hcckkk… okay you're right," he said.

Yet he let his demon get the better of himself for a moment, taking both of her hands in his and pressing them against the wall above her head.

"We'll finish this later," he kissed her.

"Of course," she smiled, then gave him a slight shove back. "Now find your own shower, you seriously stink," she said, and began removing the rest of her soaked garments.

Jaune stumbled back, his leg giving him trouble.

"Fine, fine!" he retreated around the corner to a further shower, peeling his trousers off.

When Jaune was finally around the corner, Pyrrha quickly leaned against the wall as her knees almost gave out beneath her. She couldn't believe that just happened. It really happened. Oh dust, she needed to take a minute to recover after that.

Jaune, however, was cursing himself for being so overconfident. He was honestly thinking that Pyrrha must've thought he was a fool. After a moment under the shower, he walked out, and grabbed a set of razors from a nearby sink. Giving his reflection one last look, he began shaving off the forest on his face. After making sure his face was smooth, he went back into his shower for a last rinse before drying off.

"You okay?" he asked, peeking in on Pyrrha.

Having had time to recover, Pyrrha had returned her focus to the task at hand. All the blood and gore bits that had caked against her body from her meal slid off with soap and water. As she finished, she heard Jaune call to her.

"Just finishing up," she replied.

"Alright, just checking!" he called back.

Stopping in front of the mirror, Jaune had a hard look at the man he saw. Void of his shaggy bear, he saw a lot of his old self from his time at Beacon. Even with his longer hair, it felt like he was 10 years younger without his beard.

"I'll be in the mess hall whenever you finish!"

Unfortunately, Pyrrha found her current set of clothes to be less than pleasant, having been soaked in the shower. Instead, she ended up wearing one of her old Beacon uniforms. As she dressed, she noticed how the corpses had been left where she had feasted on them.

'Need to do something about them,' she made a mental note.

Dried and dressed, she met Jaune in the mess hall.

Jaune had pulled some clothes from his room before heading to the mess. He was also thinking about the dead bodies, the smell was less than pleasant in the hallway of their rooms. So he sat with a notebook, thinking of ways to dispose of their bodies while planning their big heist.

When Pyrrha walked in, her nearly fell out of his chair.

"P-P-Pyrrha, holy Grimm!'

"Jaune, are you okay?" she rushed over to him.

Whitle her armor fit just fine, her uniform was a bit more constricting. She had to leave a couple buttons open at the top and her skirt was half unzipped to allow her to walk decently.

Jaune couldn't help but staring at this very sultry looking Pyrrha in her old uniform. Half of him was taking in how tight it fit her form and the other half was living in memories of Beacon.

"Y-yeah Pyrrha. T-t-totally fine," he immediately looked away when he came to his senses.

He attempt to stroke his beard out of habit but forgot that he had shaved it all off.

"So uhm! I was working on our plan to… do… the… things…" he mumbled.

"You shaved," Pyrrha said, offhandedly, rubbing a hand along his now smooth face.

It felt right to her, looked right too.

Her hands made him want to jump out of his skin, run around naked on top of the airship, and scream at the top of his lungs. Instead of doing all that, he kissed her hand.

"I figured that… well couldn't have you kissing a bush and all. Feels weird honestly," he said, trying desperately not to stare down her cleavage.

She blushed a gray blush, "I think it looks nice, like the Jaune I remember… besides your long hair," she smiled down at him. She thought that maybe making things familiar would help her better remember things.

Frankly, Jaune stared in awe, seeing her lbush. It was strange on her pale skin, and yet, refreshing to know that she still could,

"Yeah, old me," he said, eyes going blank for a moment as he rubbed his bad leg. "Anyways, how about we make some money and fix my… well our house?"

Pyrrha took a seat next to him, looking at the scroll he had been working on.

"So what are you thinking right now? Still think it's a good idea to try and steal the reward money?" she asked.

He spun around the scroll which turned out to have half scribbles and half stick figure plans next to in depth floor plan sketches.

"Of course! Okay, well we can do that if we have to. There are three options beside that though. One, government bounties. But they might notice us and being the government, the reward is horrible. Two, mercenary work, which is shifty but the pay is alright. Lasty, three, robbery," he finished.

"Since I doubt bounty stations have a lot of money on hand to prevent the kinds of robbery we're planning, I think that idea is out the window. So what're the pros and cons of each?" she asked.

"Well," again he tried to scratch the beard that wasn't there, "government bounties is a sure thing, but like you said, we're wanted. They're easy to do but easy for us to get caught and again, pay like dirt. Merc jobs are shady… the pay is shady… our employers are shady… and the task is likely, despicably… shady. Robbery is the best idea I think still, and we don't have to necessarily focus on bounty stations…"

Pyrrha, looked up for a moment, thinking to herself.

"You said something a couple days ago about the fire dust whiskey wyou were drinking, that you stole it from a train. Would that be a good idea?"

Pyrrha's old moral base from her time at Beacon screamed against all of this, but her Grimm-self would be willing to do whatever it took to survive. This was as happy a medium as she could get.

Jaune's eyes widened for a moment and then his face stretched into a sly grin.

"Do you mind stealing from a Schnee?"

The name felt as though I touched a personal string, but all she could really remember is that they were one of her biggest enemies with the Grimm with how much power they wielded.

"Not at all," she replied with an equally sly grin.

"Perfect… hehehehe, payback time," he mumbled to himself.

Getting up, he went over the cases of fire dust whiskey, took off labels, wrote down tracking numbers, and pulled out old manifests.

"Alright, first we need to figure out their train schedule and then figure out which trains are loaded with goodies. These are all outdates but we could us them to…" he stumbled about find another scroll, "hack into their tracking database. Then from there it's easy. Attack them in transit or at a station, take out everyone on board, run away rich."

"You make that sound easy. I'm sure they have some of the best defenses when it comes to this kind of stuff. Wait, revenge?" she suddenly stopped, wondering what he meant by that.

"Huh, revenge? I didn't say anything like that," he deflected the comment. "Anyways, it is that easy. The hard part is tracking down the train and the right goods, besides that, their trains are barely manned, mostly androids."

"I see."

Again, she was conflicted in her mind as she was glad she might not need to kill, but then would be deprived of sustenance. The lack of a way to navigate these opposing views might be the death of her.

"What kinds of goods might those be?" she glanced at the alcohol before looking back at him.

Seeing her glance at the alcohol, he poured them both a glass, pushing one across the table.

"Easiest of course would be lien transport or crystal dust, if we can find those. They'd have a little more security but we can handle it. Otherwise they've been…" he paused, trying to keep his tone level, "monopolizing standard goods and provisions that they sell to the masses."

"That doesn't sound right? Since when have they been branching out like that?" Pyrrha asked, furrowing her brow.

The Schnee Dust Company was ruthless with its competitors, but the SDC she remembered only dealt in dust and dust related products.

"That's what I thought. Don't know why, but they have been dealing in other goods ever since your old compatriots gained momentum and took out a lot of their competitors," Jaune said as he typed into the scroll. "Here, alright. Used some of the old codes from this ship. We've got train schedules but no manifests."

"A game of Mistrali Roulette, I see. Guess we'll just have to pick one and see what's there and hope it doesn't blow up in our faces," she sighed.

At least neither of them had firearms to accidentally cause that. She'd seen what happens when huntsmen shoot dust, it hardly ever went well.

"Well, if I'll be frank, cheating is better," he smiled, showing her another list. "Don't see it? Android assignments per train, three have significantly more than the other so, it's more like a game of Find the Queen," he grinned.

Pyrrha might've also forgotten that she just opened up the armory… which Jaune began to head to.

"That does make sense. What do you mean by the queen though?"

The only queen Pyrrha knew about was Cinder, when she and Salem spoke of how this was all like a chess game.

Jaune gagged as he stepped out into the hallway, walking quickly to escape the stench.

"Old magic trick, ya know? Three cards, one of them is the queen, magician switches them around but no matter how close you watch, the one you choose is never the Queen," he explained as he reached the armory.

Stepping inside he smiled, weapons lined every wall. Jaune took his choice of a rifle and some explosive charges.

"I see, only there's something to be won with any of them here," she commented, watching as Jaune shopped in the armory. "Are we going now?"

She had no idea what she'd do for a weapon. She could use her innate bone weapons, but she'd have to be careful.

"If you're up for it. I mean we are on a time crunch. Although we should clean your room…" he said, as he looked through what else the armory had.

"Of course I'm up for it, I was just thinking about my weapons," she said, impressed by the stock of weapons here in the armory. She wondered what happened to the crew when the ship went down.

"Oh, right. Wasn't able to find your weapons when I went back… But there's tons here and you have your… uh, Grimm ones. Take your time though. I'll just uh… go back and clean up your room," he said awkwardly.

"It's fine, I can do it Jaune. Just point me in the directions to dispose of it all," she said, recognizing how uncomfortable he was. She was willing to save him from this if she could.

"Alright, disposal room is just one floor down. Uh, you can find some empty bags or crates in any of the halls," he said, thankful he didn't have to deal with the mess. "Just uh, grab me if you need any help, I'm going back down to the hanger to ready the airship."

"Meet you there then," she said as she walked off.

Pyrrha found one of the crates Jaune mentioned and moved all the rotting bits she could into it. She then dragged the crate to where Jaune had mentioned. Making a mental note, she'd have to come back with a real cleaner after their mission.