"So basically," Ruby began, once Crue finished explaining what happened, leaving out certain details. "You did what we did at the end of the first semester."

"Yeah. Something like that." Crue nodded. Three of the members of team RWBY turned to each other and began talking about what they just heard. The other member looked Crue right in the eye, or attempted to.

Crue's glasses reflected amber as Blake spoke. "Who did you fight?" The others fell silent as they looked at the two Faunus.

"You don't want the answer to that." Crue told her. Blake glared at him.

"Why not?!" She demanded.

"Because if I tell you it'll be the start of this semester all over again, where you're barely getting enough sleep to function!" Crue argued.

"Tell me!" Blake pleaded. Hearing her voice crack, Yang scooted over, throwing her arms around Blake and bringing her close.

The sight caused Crue to feel guilt well up inside him. "If I tell you," He started, causing Blake to look up in hope. "You have to promise not to go after them." Blake nodded rapidly, and Crue stuck out his hand, pinky finger extended.

Blake looked up at him in confusion. "These are serious." The Cat Faunus gave him a deadpan look, but made the promise.

Crue sighed, taking off his glasses and meeting Blake's eyes. "It was Adam."

He could see Blake's world falling apart, as her eyes widened and her mouth morphed into an expression of horror. "No…" She whispered, staring at the ground.

"I don't get it." Weiss spoke. "Who's Adam?"

Blake made to answer, but Crue cut across. "Someone who ran away with his metaphorical tail between his legs."

Blake turned to look at Crue in surprise. "What? He ran? He'd never run."

"He retreated." Crue told her. "Because of me." The Faunus raised a hand and looked at his palm. "I don't really remember much very clearly, but after I got shotgunned he stepped on me and said," He looked at Blake. "Something."

"Whatever it was, it made me really, really angry." He growled out, his hand turning into a fist.

"Crue, we've seen you angry. You're not that bad." Ruby said quietly.

"That's not me angry, that's me annoyed." Crue responded. "This, this was me angry."

"What happened?" Blake asked quietly.

"I may have," Crue coughed lightly. "Taken my heritage a bit too seriously." His ears twitched at his words.

"You bit him?" Yang laughed out.

"No!" Crue responded indignantly. "I scratched him." He looked at the tips of his nails. "And somehow, it went through his Aura."

Everyone fell silent at that. "Y-You scratched through his Aura?" Ruby asked. Crue nodded. "Are you sure you didn't, break it before?"

"I'm sure." Crue told them. "I don't know how I did it. But he bled. I think that's why he retreated."

"Well," Weiss spoke, seeing as no one else could find the words. "Looks like I'll have to have a word with Velvet."

Crue blinked and looked at the heiress. "If you recall, I requested that she kept you out of any predicaments." The Wolf Faunus blanked, but nodded. "And it would appear she didn't keep that request."

Crue's hand smacked his face as he dragged it down. "Please don't." He requested. She shook his head, before looking at the group before them. "What were you guys doing all day anyway?" The silence that followed the question caused him to raise an eyebrow.

"What did you do?" He repeated.

"Don't be mad…" Ruby began softly.

"Oh my God, what did you do?" Crue repeated more urgently.

"We were with Polly." Yang bit the bullet, wincing as she finished the sentence. She opened an eye to see Crue looking, relaxed.

"Oh. Ok, that's fine then." He shrugged. The others all glanced at each other.

"You're taking this very well." Weiss said, meeting Crue's eyes.

"You were just hanging out with her right? Did you like, what, try and help her get over me or something?" The Faunus theorised.

"Yeah." Ruby nodded. "We brought movies and marshmallows and ice cream."

Crue chuckled lightly. "What kind of ice cream?"

"Uh, Neapolitan." Blake answered. "Why?"

"No reason." Crue murmured, shaking his head. "Can I go to sleep now? I got a sleeping bag and I want to try it out."

The girls nodded, all of them going to their drawers and grabbing their sleeping gear. Crue did the same, grabbing the sleeping bag from the shopping bag. With a flourish, he flattened it out, and zipped it open.

He wiggled into it, zipping it up and feeling warmth surround his body. "I feel like a caterpillar." Crue muttered, moving like said animal to get under Weiss' bed.

"Do you still need to be under there?" Weiss asked from above Crue.

"Well, if I'm under here and I wake up, I see nothing. If I'm outside, I might see some of you getting changed." The Faunus reasoned.

"Not like you haven't already." Yang called from atop her bunk. Crue shook his head, then smiled when he heard the 'thump' of a pillow hitting the blonde.

"Night." Crue called, receiving variations in return as they all began to drift off. "No symbolism dreams. Just let me sleep dude." Crue requested of the Author, as his eyelids fell shut.

…

"What do you mean you failed?" Cinder questioned Adam Taurus over her scroll, staring at the mans mask.

"That huntsman, Cullen, you said his name was?" The Bull Faunus recollected. Cinder nodded in confirmation. "He had reinforcements. That and…" Adam trailed off, trying to put what he experienced into words. "He's more than man, he's more than Faunus. I don't know what he is, but it's not natural."

"You lost to a mere child?" Cinder seethed.

"There is nothing mere about that child!" Adam exclaimed, opening his trench coat and angling his scroll. "Look at what he did to me!"

Amber eyes widened a fraction as she looked at the White Fang leader's chest. Four diagonal scars beginning at his left shoulder and ending at the curve of his torso. "He did this. With his nails, through my Aura."

"How on Remnant?" Cinder breathed. The scroll changed back to Adam's mask as he continued.

"I don't know what you have against this, beast. But he is not someone to take lightly." Cinder's eyebrow arched in questioning. "And yes, I say that knowing full well how you brought me into this project."

Cinder frowned, recalling the day in question. If Adam believed that Crue could possibly beat her, while she had half of the powers of the Fall maiden. "Do you have anything else to report?"

Adam fell silent for a moment, apparently thinking. "His eyes." He said. "They kept, changing." Cinder listened carefully. "When he first knocked me back, they were gold. But, then blue. And then when I had him on the ground, they turned back to gold and he attacked me."

"Thank you Adam. I'm sure this will prove most, enlightening." Cinder nodded, ending the call. She tossed the scroll onto her bed, the room void of company. She sat down, intertwining her fingers, and plotting.

"I have never seen his eyes." She realised. Through every interaction she had with the Faunus, never had he been without his glasses. And according to Adam, he apparently had two different eye colours.

But the first time she had heard of the Faunus was through Emerald and Mercury, and they said he had blue eyes, like steel. Iron sights, she supposed. With a groan, her face fell into her open palms.

When she returned from the failed White Fang operation with Mercury, she found her room filled with the members of team RWBY. The busty blonde one made a rather intricate pun involving Mercury, dreams and cold shoulders.

Needless to say, it had an unfortunate effect on her. She decided should she have to eliminate that team, the blondes vocal cords would be the first to go. She shook her head, debating informing Salem about this.

With a sigh, she shook her head. Her Goddess did not need to know every little detail involving Crue. That, and also it was a petty revenge, as she had recently discovered that she did not in fact have to rhyme to contact someone with her mirror.

What was more worrying was the fact Crue was there. How did he know what was going on. He had obviously come from Beacon, if the fact he rode in on a locker showed anything. Did he have an inside informant in the White Fang?

The fact he was Faunus certainly aided that idea. Once more, going back to her first time hearing about him, he saved a White Fang runaway from Emerald and Mercury. It could have been a coincidence, but Cinder didn't believe in coincidences.

Only destiny.

Perhaps it was her destiny to end him. She would very much like that, the chance to watch the light fade from his eyes, no matter what colour they were. That being said, she still needed the opportunity to see them.

Perhaps destroying the glasses would aid her. In fact, if she recalled correctly from what Adam had said, when he had fought without his glasses, he had only been able to block, and Taurus could easily counter him.

It was only once he knocked him onto the ground and his eyes turned gold that he managed to fight back. Curious. The more she learned about this Faunus, the more questions that cropped up. Now that she thought about it, she had no background for him whatsoever.

It was almost as if he had simply, appeared. Just popped into being in this world. She needed information on him. And now.

…

Crue let out a yawn as he opened his eyes, seeing the bottom of Weiss' bed above him. He listened carefully, trying to tell who was asleep and who was awake. A soft pattering could be heard, and Crue deduced that there was someone in the shower.

"Weiss." He realised. "She always takes the earliest showers." He stretched, but found himself unable to move. Before panic could set in, he remembered that he was in the sleeping bag. With a sigh, he reached around, zipping it down from the inside.

He rolled out from under the bed, pushing his arms against the ground and standing. With a quick glance, he could see the others were all in bed. He stretched fully, several of his joints cracking. He decided to leave early, having had a shower the day before.

"Probably not very hygienic but." He shrugged, getting dressed into some of the clothes he bought yesterday. A pair of tracksuit bottoms and a pure navy shirt. "There are showers at the gym. Maybe I'll go there."

Crue exited the room, grabbing his headphones and leaving a small note for the others as to where he was going. The door closed with a soft click, and Crue let out a small sigh. He turned, walking down the hall, listening to the silence of the early morning.

"First time I've left my claws at the dorm." Crue murmured, feeling an odd lightness in his arms, the device not weighing him down usually. "I could work on my boxing." He hummed in thought.

"Although, Yang might be upset I didn't ask her to spar with me." He contemplated. A short while later, he found himself at the entrance to the gymnasium. A quick moment of silence, and he could tell there was only one person in there.

"Wonder who it is." Crue mused, walking through the empty room, following the sounds of what sounded like someone punching a sack of meat. "Or punching bag."

Crue turned a corner, saw who it was, and promptly spun on his heel. Unfortunately, the action caused a squeak due to his shoes, alerting the other person to his presence.

"Cullen!" "Faahk." Crue sighed mentally, turning to face Cinder Fall as she made her way over to him, having finished hitting the training dummy.

"I have a first name you know, Autumn." Crue responded with a glare.

"It's Fall." Cinder corrected.

"Like I care." Crue rebutted. Cinder's amber eyes glared at him, as she crossed her arms over her attire. Crue noted that she was wearing grey pants and boots, and a sleeveless beige leather jacket, with several bandages wrapped around her waist and chest.

"Practicing for the tournament?" Crue hummed. "You'll probably need it."

Cinder seethed, she hated the fact this man could manage to get under her skin like this. "Is that not why you are here? To practice."

"Yeah, but not for the tournament." Crue shrugged, stepping past Cinder. "Not like I need it. I stopped a whole White Fang operation yesterday, anyone else will be childs-play." It went unsaid, but Cinder could tell he included her in that statement.

A statement Cinder would not stand for. "Well, if anyone would be childs-play, spar with me." She dared. If what she believed was true, that Crue knew everything about her, about Salem, and about her Maiden powers, there was no way he would- "Sure."

"What?" Cinder blinked.

"You asked to spar. I agreed. That's how these things tend to work." And there was that snarky tone, the same one that made her want to pound him into the dust. Wait. She could do that now.

A rare smile made its way onto Cinder's face, as she nodded. "Very well. Let us spar." She made her way over to the training mat, and Crue took his point at the other end.

"Rules?" Crue questioned. "There is probably some ulterior motive here, but I really don't give a shit. I just want to deck her."

"Surrender or unconsciousness. That will signal defeat." Crue nodded, raising his fists up. Cinder did the same, peering at the Faunus through the gap in her fists.

There was no countdown for this fight, but they both began to slowly circle each other. At the same moment, they rushed each other. Their fists met, and Crue cursed the fact that he hadn't made a rule about semblances.

He brought his hand back, blowing on it to cool it off. He shook it lightly, frowning at Cinder as she wore a smirk. "Something the matter, Crue?"

"Nothing at all, Autumn." Cinder's smirk disappeared, and Crue took the opportunity to jab at her. It hit her wrist, but the action still had an effect. Cinder reared back, before spinning, bringing her leg up high.

Crue ducked under the swing, making his hand flat and slamming it into the half-Maiden's abdomen. Cinder coughed roughly, before bringing her hands together and slamming them down onto Crue's head, specifically on his extra ear.

Crue hissed, as the action knocked his glasses off and sent pain shooting through his skull. He pulled back, glaring at the woman before him. Cinder's eyes widened, seeing Wrath in his dark gold eyes. "That wasn't exactly by the book."

"Oh, I didn't realise you had problems fighting dirty." Cinder called, as if she was talking to a small child. The deep chuckle that escaped Crue's throat sent her back a pace.

"Oh please. You call that dirty?" He insulted, his eyes meeting hers. "That wasn't shit. But, it did let me know I can fight the same."

Cinder scoffed. "You? Fight dirt-" In a flash, Crue was in front of her, arm pulled back. Cinder's eyes widened, as she brought her arms up in a cross to protect her face. Crue aimed lower.

Crue punched Cinder's throat, the girl coughing roughly. She hunched over, one of her hands instantly went to the area. Thanks to Aura, it did no lasting damage, but the shock factor was enough to distract her. That was what Crue was going for.

An elbow to the nose, and Cinder stumbled back. Before she could retreat much further, Crue grabbed her by the back of her head, and brought it down, connecting his knee with her face. Cinder gasped, straightening herself up, only to receive a haymaker to her face.

That punch sent her sprawling across the mat, breathing heavily. "Surrender?" Crue called.

"Where? How?" The raven haired woman coughed out, rolling on her side and standing, meeting Crue's eyes. To her surprise, they were no longer gold. They were now a steely blue colour, and looked oddly familiar…

"I grew up in a worse place than you." Crue informed her, bringing his fists up once more. Cinder opened her mouth to argue, but Crue continued. "I don't care. You can say you grew up in the wilderness with Grimm at every corner, and I'll stand by my point."

"Where did you grow up then?" Cinder questioned, bringing her hands up.

"The streets. Of a little place called," Crue dashed forward, eyes flashing gold as he stared Cinder down.

"Dublin."

…

"Has anyone seen Crue?" Ruby asked, peeking under Weiss' bed. The other's had all woken up, Weiss sitting at her desk reading something on her scroll.

"He went to the gym." She informed her.

"How'd you know?" Yang asked, sitting on Blake's bed, drying her hair.

Weiss held up a small piece of paper between two fingers. Ruby walked over and took it, reading it aloud. "Gone to gym. Don't know what I'll be doing. Will probably return in pain."

The others all nodded, believing that last line all too easily. "Maybe he'll surprise us, and not come back in bruises." Blake theorised, sitting next to Yang, reading a book. That was definitely not smut, no matter what Yang implied.

"My money's on that not happening." The blonde murmured.

A small 'click' drew their attention to the door, as it swung open. Everyone gasped, as Crue walked in. His hair was singed, his glasses were crooked, and his arms contained several bruises. "Crue?" Ruby asked softly.

The Faunus opened his mouth, and a small amount of smoke escaped it. "I won." He said hoarsely, falling face first onto the ground. There was an instant clamour, as the four of them hoisted Crue up.

"You won what?" Yang asked. "The award for most pain received at the gym?"

"A spar." Crue breathed out, managing to stand under his own power.

"A spar ended up like this?" Weiss said, aghast. "What about the rules?"

"The only rules were that the match ends after surrender or unconsciousness. And guess who didn't get knocked the Hell out." He jabbed a thumb at himself. "This guy."

"Who was your spar with?" Yang said, slightly disappointed.

"I'll give you a hint." He whispered, throwing an arm around the blonde's shoulders. He pointed to his smouldering hair. "It's a pun."

"Cinder?" Yang caught on immediately. Crue nodded, patting her on the back and making his way over to the dorm shower.

"Damn straight. I kicked her fiery butt. And that is not even a nice butt. It's a subpar butt. I have seen many better butts." Crue's train of thought became rather, derailed. But that might be due to the blunt force trauma.

The Faunus entered the bathroom, leaving the four girls in silence. "Wow, he must really be out of it." Ruby murmured.

"Yeah. He didn't even notice I was naked." Yang agreed. At that point, every girl turned to look at the brawler, then recoiled in shock that her words were true. Several towels were flung at her, covering her extremities.

"I wonder how Cinder is taking the loss." Weiss hummed, as the others all thought the same.

…

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" Cinder exclaimed, pacing around her dorm room so much that she was beginning to create a groove in the floor. Emerald and Mercury watched her pace, pressed up against the walls of the room, as far away from Cinder as possible.

Neo luckily teleported out the moment Cinder entered, sensing an impending shit show. "It's really not that noticeable." Emerald tried. Her boss turned to glare at her, and if not for the fact she could incinerate Emerald on the spot, the red eyed girl would have laughed.

There were circles around Cinder's eyes, and a rather pompous looking moustache drawn on in black marker. To add insult to injury, just below her belly button was an arrow pointing down, and the words "Drier than a desert in Vacuo"

"If it's not permanent, it should wash off in the shower." Mercury informed Cinder. Growling, Cinder turned on her heel and marched into the bathroom. Once the door was closed, the two lackeys let out sighs of relief.

"It's a good thing she didn't see what was on her back." Mercury muttered. "I hate that guy's guts, but God damn is he funny."

"I think he's wrong." Emerald frowned. Mercury laughed, falling back onto one of the beds.

"Of course you would. What was it he wrote again? Oh yeah, Subpar Ass." He cackled, kicking his feet up onto the bed.

"It is not subpar! It's amazing!" Emerald exclaimed, a blush on her face.

"I don't blame him honestly, after seeing an ass like Neo's, there's just no comparing." Mercury chuckled, before receiving a pillow to the face, curtesy of Emerald.

As the two argued, Cinder stayed in the shower, scrubbing herself as hard as she possibly could in order to get rid of the marker. While she did, she thought about what Crue had said during their spar.

"Dublin." The name was foreign to her, she couldn't even think of a place with a name similar to it. "You wouldn't last a day." That part angered her. She survived well enough on her own, what's so bad there that could cause her to fail.

Even if she lost against him in the spar, that proved nothing. It did serve to anger her though. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, before realising that her temperature had increased so much that the water was evaporating the moment it hit her skin.

She willed herself to calm down, allowing the water to wash over her, the black marker running down her body in streams. "Damn him." She hissed, as she moved her hands over her body, washing away the suds.

Never before had anyone stood so strongly against her, unable to be swayed or cast aside. He was stubborn as he was strong. Every piece of information she had on him swirled in her mind, from what she learned in the spar, to the first thing Neo told her.

"Damn his eyes." His dark gold eyes, and his steely blue ones. Both images were flashing in Cinder's mind. The way they looked at her just before he aimed for her throat. Like a wolf, going in for the kill.

"Damn his, mhm, muscles." She whispered out, remembering the feeling of his arm around her neck as he attempted to choke her out. The tightness of his hands as he gripped her arms, before throwing her over him.

"Damn him, ahh, and his co-" Cinder's eyes widened, as she brought her hand up from where it had been caressing, and looked at the sticky substance in horror. "Oh no."

…

"Uh oh." Crue muttered, feeling a shiver run up his spine. Despite the warm temperature of team RWBY's dorm, he felt as though he had been submerged in a bucket of ice.

"What's wrong Crue?" Ruby asked, looking up from her weapons magazine.

"I don't know why, but I feel like I'm in danger. Like, more so than usual." Crue frowned.

"What did you do?" Blake asked, looking up from her book with a raised eyebrow.

"Drew on Cinder after I knocked her out." He shrugged. "But, it wasn't permanent."

"You drew on her?" Yang asked, hanging upside down from her bunk. Crue nodded in confirmation. "What you draw?"

"Monocles and a moustache." Crue shrugged. "Best I could think of in the short time."

"Why?" Weiss asked. "Would you draw on someone?"

"Because they were unconscious, the opportunity presented itself, and she is a total soith." Crue drawled.

"A what?" Weiss asked. Crue opened his mouth to respond, but shut it immediately.

"Ya know, I'm not really sure now that I think about it." He shrugged, but the others could tell he was lying.

"You spoke a different language again." Ruby pointed out. "What language is it?"

"Don't know." Crue frowned. "I've been speaking it a lot lately. Should probably find out." "That was a little nod at you, fuckface." His eyes went skyward, knowing who he was directing that to.

"We should probably go get breakfast." Ruby stretched, standing up. Crue grabbed his pocket watch, having changed into his regular outfit after the last one got noticeably burned. It was 11am, so a bit late for breakfast.

"Would it still be serving?" Crue asked.

"Beacon breakfast serves till one." Weiss said in an almost robotic tone. "I remember."

"Well then, let's get some grub." Yang said, jumping from her bed onto the floor. The others all nodded, setting down what they were doing.

Crue returned his pocket watch to its pocket on his waistcoat. He pat his jean pockets, before halting. "Anyone seen me scroll?" He asked, checking under the bed.

"What?" Weiss asked, a twitch in her eye.

"Me scroll." Crue repeated.

"Are you sure you don't mean, 'my' scroll?" Weiss questioned. Crue stood, looking at the heiress in confusion.

"Your scroll is right there." He said, pointing to her desk. "Don't know what you're on about." Crue walked into the bathroom, checking for the device.

"His accent is weird." Ruby hummed, walking out of the dorm. Weiss followed, the beginnings of a grammar lecture spewing from her mouth.

Crue exited the bathroom a short while later, scroll in hand. "Got it." He said, following after Blake and Yang. He followed the two girls, making sure to keep out of Weiss' line of sight to be spared from a talk on proper grammar.

The group made their way to the cafeteria, the last stragglers of the breakfast still hanging about. Luckily, that group of stragglers included team JNPR. "HEY YOU GUYS!" Nora called out, much louder than necessary.

"I miss the Goonies." Crue hummed, as he waved to the Valkyrie. A short moment later, and the five of them were sat across from the sister team. "So, what's up?" Jaune asked.

"Weiss doesn't like Crue's accent." Ruby spoke, causing the platinum haired girl to cease her lecture immediately. Crue laughed quietly.

"Yeah, your accent is kinda strange." Jaune agreed. "I can't copy it, no matter how hard I try."

"You want to copy my accent?" Crue chuckled, taking out his scroll and writing something in the notes section. "Say this loud, and say it kinda fast." He handed to scroll to Jaune, who looked at it in confusion.

"Whale Oil Beef Hooked." He spoke. His words caused Yang to choke on her drink as she began to laugh, and for Pyrrha to grow a blush. "I don't get it." The others all had various stages of confusion or humour.

"Yeah, and you won't for a while." Crue nodded, taking his scroll back. "If you want to mimic me, it's either that, or drink two litres of whiskey. I doubt you can do that latter."

"And you can?" Blake asked, looking at the Faunus with incredulity. Crue did not respond. "Oh my God you can."

"Damn straight." Crue nodded. As the conversation continued, Crue experienced that same sensation of being in mortal danger that he did earlier. Glancing round, he noticed a head of raven hair enter the room, devoid of any markings.

Crue pulled at his collar lightly, turning back and trying to focus on the situation. However, as he did he could feel amber eyes boring into the back of his head. "Jaune." Crue whispered. The blonde in question raised an eyebrow at his Faunus.

"Is there some girl from Haven staring at me? Look carefully." Jaune nodded, casually leaning closer to Pyrrha. The girl misinterpreted the action, as a heavy blush fell across her face. Jaune's face paled as he moved back.

"Oh yeah. Looks about ready to kill you." He nodded. Crue groaned, head hitting the table.

"Should not have drawn on her." He regretted drawing that monocle and moustache, but not the writing. "Wanna start a food fight so I can get out of here unnoticed?"

"I'm afraid Professor Goodwitch wouldn't be as tolerant to another one, Crue." Pyrrha told the Faunus, subtly sidling next to Jaune.

"Maybe if I run she won't be able to catch me." Crue hummed, poking at his food.

"You could use your Semblance." Blake murmured from next to him.

"Maybe." Crue nodded. "I just wish I knew why she was trying to drill a hole into my head with her eyes."

…

"Have you found anything?" Cinder asked Emerald, as she stared at the back of the blonde Faunus.

"Nothing." The blood eyed girl responded. "There is no mention of Crue Cullen, aside from a news article about what happened yesterday."

Cinder seethed, hands balling into fists as the wood below her began smoking. "I think I found something." Mercury said, next to her.

"What is it?" Cinder questioned.

"You said he was from, Dublin, or something, right?" The assassin confirmed. When Cinder nodded, he continued. "Well, there's no such thing as Dublin. But." He added quickly, as Cinder's expression morphed into one of venom. "There is somewhere called Dublith."

"Dublith?" Cinder racked her brains for the location, but wound up with nothing.

"Yep." Mercury began reading off the website he had open on his scroll. "Dublith. Capital city of Hibernia. Name comes from Dubh Linn, meaning black pool."

"Hibernia? I think Professor Oobleck mentioned that." Emerald hummed. When the other two looked at her, she defended herself. "What? I didn't exactly get an education growing up I might as well try to learn."

"Well, what did you learn?" Cinder tested.

"Hibernia is a very special case, because it's one of the first settlements to ever succeed outside of the main continents. It's the island halfway between Mistral and Menagerie. They separated from Mistral during the Great War, because they disagreed with the whole 'no more emotions' thing."

"So there was a separation?" Cinder asked.

"Yeah, and seeing as the whole island is about the size of Vale city, Mistral let them go, after a fight. They had to ration because of the war, and a stopping a whole island settlement really helped that. They didn't think they would last that long, and they were almost right." Emerald explained.

"There was a famine." Mercury said, reading from his scroll. "A really bad one. The population fell by about one third."

"So what happened? How did they survive?" The half-Maiden asked.

"Menagerie aided them. This is after the war. Hibernia was known for being tolerant. As long as you disliked Mistral, you were ok with them." Mercury chuckled. "They ended up sharing a lot of resources. Because Menagerie is basically a desert wasteland, Hibernia provided them with wood."

"Wood?" Cinder rose a brow.

"Hibernia is covered in forest." Emerald told her boss. "It's one of the greenest places you could ever find, in fact the Emerald Forest is named after it. Apparently the King of Vale visited there a lot. Hibernia as a whole was completely neutral during the Great War."

"As a whole?" Cinder repeated.

"The country didn't go to war, but some of its inhabitants joined Vale and Vacuo." Emerald told her.

"Apparently one of the Kings right hand men was Hibernian. It has a small description of him here." Mercury scrolled down. "A true beast on the battlefield, with only a hurley," "What's a hurley?" "It says in brackets that it's a kind of stick used in a game they have."

"Anyway," Mercury continued. "Recruited personally by the King himself, the Hibernian proved himself that day by defeating several enemies, both human and Grimm."

"Does it give a name?" Cinder asked, raising an eyebrow.

"His true name has been lost to time," Mercury read. "But it can be roughly translated as Oaken Wolf."

…

"Achoo!" Crue sniffled, covering his face with his elbow.

"Excuse you." The entire table chorused.

"Thanks." The Faunus rubbed his nose. "I've been sneezing a bit lately, maybe I'm allergic to something."

"You don't know if you're allergic to something?" Jaune asked. Crue rapped his knuckles against his head. "Oh, right. My bad."

"It's cool." Crue shrugged. "I forget myself most times."

"You forget you have amnesia?" Ruby asked from the other end of the table. "Is that a thing?"

"Apparently."

"Huh." Ruby hummed, nibbling on her cookie. "You learn something new everyday."

"Speaking of learning." Weiss spoke up, causing Yang, Ruby and Nora to groan. "How are you doing studying for the tests?"

"Pfft." Crue spat out his drink, turning to look at Weiss in horror. "We have tests?"

"Oh dear lord." The heiress sighed, palming her face. "Yes we have tests. They're in two weeks." Crue's posture fell, as his eyes became dull.

"I'll burn that bridge when I come to it." Crue murmured, head hitting the table.

"I think the phrase is-" "I know what I said." Crue cut across Blake, who looked surprised.

"What does it mean?" The Faunus asked.

"It means I haven't gotten to the problem yet, but when I do I'll probably mess it up." Crue explained. The table fell silent, taking in this information.

It was Jaune, who decided to break the silence.

"I think I just found my life motto."

I have been struck with information, and have also seen the most recent World of Remnant. Also, here's a little thing to make you wonder. What is Crue's name? From the very beginning, he did not approve of the name given to him. So, what is his name?

Also, apparently Cinder has a thing for Crue now? Wow, talk about a Mary Sue, huh. *coughs awkwardly* Crue is probably gonna be pissed off when he finds out about that. Also, Hibernia. How long until Crue finds out about that?

So, any questions you have about the story or about Crue, leave them. Any comments, let me know. Any criticisms, boy you better write them. And as always,

Until Next Time

-Friday