"GAH!" Crue cried out in pain as he hit the floor, clutching his stomach. Weiss covered her mouth in shock and went to move forward, but was halted by Crue's raised hand. "I'm fine." He grunted out, getting up on all fours before standing.

"Crue, if you're not able for this we can stop." The heiress glanced up to the stands, were the rest of her team were watching the training spar with hesitant eyes.

"No." Crue shook his head, gripping his sword tightly. "I've got to… I've got to learn." He panted slightly, before raising his sword and pointed it at Weiss. The Faunus tried his best to match Weiss' posture.

Weiss frowned, before taking her stance, and shooting forward. Crue moved forward, much slower than Weiss. Crue turned his sword horizontally, and swung. The heiress' eyes widened as she bent her back to duck under the swing.

Her momentum carried her behind Crue, where she spun on her heel and connected the tip of her sword with Crue's back. "FUH!" The Faunus fell forward, landing on his knees and falling to the floor. He growled to himself, before pushing himself up and swinging his sword back.

It hit Weiss' rapier, the two blades causing sparks to fly. Crue pushed down, causing Weiss to briefly fold under the weight. Crue's apparent upper hand lasted for all of five seconds, before Weiss angled her rapier and sent Crue's blade crashing into the ground.

The Faunus' eyes widened as a black glyph appeared beneath him. He felt his lunch almost leave him as he went flying skyward. Crue saw the ceiling fast approaching, and reached his arm out to try and touch it.

"Come on. Come on." He stretched, his fingers brushing off the ceiling. "Yes!" He activated his Semblance, something that he was happy that he could still do without his glasses. Crue's feet hit the ceiling and he changed his sword into his hurl and took aim down below.

Weiss raised her hand and created a white glyph to protect her. It was to Crue's small pleasure that his bullets actually hit the glyph, instead of going miles off. Two smaller glyphs appeared on opposite sides of the shield.

Small shards of ice generated in the centre of the two smaller glyphs, and shot towards Crue. The Faunus shot his rifle, destroying one of the ice shards. He was not quick enough to destroy the other piece of ice, and paid for it.

The ice struck his shoulder, the pain causing him to wince and shout out. "GAHK!" Crue's feet fell from the ceiling, the boys eyes widening in fear. He instantly contorted himself, trying to reach the ceiling.

He failed, and Crue felt his heart begin hammering against his chest as he fell. He accepted his fate, and decided to use it to his advantage. Crue turned to face Weiss head on as he fell, pointing his sword directly at her as he fell.

He began to spin as he fell, turning into a blue blur that was headed towards Weiss. The heiress stood straight, held Myrnaster in both hands and plunged it into the ground. Ice formed around her, creating a barrier between herself and Crue.

Seeing as Crue could not stop, he continued unperturbed, aiming straight for the ice. Inside the dome of ice, Weiss waited carefully. The heiress nearly yelped when a blue blade entered the ice but inches from her face.

What followed was a crunching sound that Weiss hoped came from her ice. Looking up, Weiss saw a blurry Crue with his face pressed against the cracked ice. "Ow…" Crue muttered, sliding off of the ice.

The Faunus hit the ground, and sighed. "I guess that's all for today." He stayed on the ground for a brief moment, before standing up and wrenching his sword from the ice. He changed it into its hurley form, and raised it high.

What Crue intended to do, and what actually happened, were two very different things all together. Crue planned to break the ice with his hurl, freeing Weiss. What happened was the ice shattering due to Weiss, just as Crue began swing.

Luckily, Crue managed to slow his momentum enough that it did no lasting damage. "Ow!" It still did some damage however. The hurl tapped Weiss' head roughly, causing a small red mark on the heiress' forehead.

"Ah! Weiss! I didn't mean to." He instantly stepped forward, inspecting the mark.

"I'm fine, Crue." Weiss tried to push the Faunus away, but he wasn't having any of it. The male stepped closer, embracing Weiss and patting her head.

The heiress turned red, but did not reject the hug. After a short moment, Crue broke the hug and looked down at his friend. "Do you want me to get an ice pack or something?"

"No. It will go down soon enough." Weiss told him, stepping away and heading for the bleachers where the rest of her team was seated. Crue looked down to his hurl, spun it once in his hand, and followed Weiss.

He placed his weapon on his back, the magnetic plate holding it in place. He and Weiss got to the top of the stairs, and the others began to approach them. "You did much better this time Crue." Ruby smiled up at the boy.

The Faunus smiled back awkwardly, and turned to Blake and Yang. "She's right." Blake nodded. "You managed to get Weiss down a quarter." Crue relaxed slightly, knowing that if Blake said it she would be saying it honestly, not trying to just cheer him up like Ruby might.

"I think you're trying to copy too much." Yang said, folding her arms. "Like, I get we're training you and everything. But you need to develop your own style. Your sword isn't really built to copy Weiss'."

Everyone stopped for a moment to absorb what the blonde said, and also to stare at her. "What?" Yang smirked. "I'm more than just a pretty face you know."

"We know Yang." Ruby rolled her eyes. "Even if that face has a pimple on its cheek." Yang eyes widened in fear.

"I what?!" She screeched, grabbing Crue by the cuff and holding him up so she could see the reflection of his glasses tucked into his shirt. When she saw that her face was free of blemishes, her eyes briefly flashed red. "Ruby…" She growled out.

With a rush of wind and a burst of rose petals, the reaper was gone. "YOU'RE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE WHEN I CATCH YOU!" Yang cried out, running out of the room after her sister.

The three remaining in the amphitheatre sighed. "Is every sister like this?" Blake asked.

"No." "Yes." Weiss and Crue answered at the same time, the differing answers causing them to look at one another.

"You remember your sisters?" Weiss asked Crue, knowing that he had lost them long ago, and he had lost his memory as well. The Faunus hesitantly nodded.

"Bits and pieces." He told her. "But mostly just them annoying me." He smiled sadly, before lightly smacking the side of his head. "Damn. No time to be getting melancholy. I'm going to go to the gym. See if I can't train a bit more."

Crue left the monochrome pair with a wave, exiting the room. Blake turned to Weiss with a concerned look. "He's going to burn himself out if he keeps this up."

Weiss frowned, nodding in agreement. "I know. But, he's not going to stop. You know how stubborn he is." It was Blake's turn to nod and frown. "Shoot!" Weiss suddenly exclaimed, stamping her foot lightly.

"What? What is it?" The raven haired Faunus asked worriedly.

"Nothing." Weiss sighed. "I just forgot to ask Crue about Winter."

It took a moment to Blake to put the pieces together. "The season or your sister?" She asked.

"Sister." Weiss answered. "I think Crue knows her… somehow."

"How would Crue know your sister? Have you mentioned her to him?" Blake wondered.

"I don't believe I have." Weiss replied honestly. "I perhaps mentioned the fact I had a sister to him, but I never mentioned her by name."

"Well, he didn't know about the Schnee family itself when he woke up. I doubt he'd know about Winter." Blake told her, beginning to head towards the door. "Maybe he just guessed a name. I mean, you do have a rather specific naming method in your family."

Weiss hummed amusedly. "And your parents are not called 'Ebony' or 'Onyx'?" She asked Blake.

"No, actually." The Faunus said with a small, smug smile. "Kali and Ghira."

"Oh." Weiss found herself unable for any other words. "I'm sorry for assuming-"

"It's fine." Blake cut across. "It's not like your mother is called 'Snowflake' or something."

"That sounds like a name you would give a white cat." Weiss scrunched up her nose slightly. Her eyes widened as she stared at Blake. "Not that there's anything wrong with cats. I love cats."

Blake rolled her eyes as Weiss continued to dig herself into a hole, briefly wondering what Crue was planning to do in the gym.

…

"No glasses. No glasses." Crue repeated to himself as he punched a punching bag. "No. Glasses." His punches got more rapid, as his eyes narrowed. "NO. GLASSES." He reared back and delivered another punch.

There was the sound of a breaking chain, and the bag went flying from its suspended spot. Crue let out an angered breath, glad that no one else was in the gym at this particular time. "Huh." The Faunus thought, walking over to pick up the bag and holding it on his shoulder.

"Last time I was here on my own, the only other person was-" "Cullen?" Crue whirled around, and felt the bag come into contact with something. "Gah!" He heard the sound of something hitting the floor, and turned once more.

"Oh shit." Crue cursed, seeing Cinder Fall knocked onto her rear. "Didn't see you there." He let the bag fall and reached out a hand. "You alright?"

Cinder stared at the hand unblinkingly, then up to Crue. "I, am, fine." The half-maiden said in a questioning tone, taking the hand. Crue brought her to her feet, and released her hand.

"I knocked off the punching bag by accident." Crue gestured to the bag laying on the ground. "Didn't see you after I picked it up." The Faunus explained, reaching down and picking it up the bag again.

All through this, Cinder stared at him strangely. "Have you, changed? Somehow?" She asked him, unsure of a better way to put it.

Crue squinted at her for a moment, before his eyes widened. "Fuck. I'm supposed to hate her and be a dick to her. Wait… That's a dick move." "Uh. No?" Crue responded. "Just, trying to be less of a cunt."

Cinder blinked at the word use. "Are you sure you're not from Menagerie?" She asked.

"Uh." Crue racked his brains, trying to recall what Menagerie was. It was thanks to a lesson with Oobleck that he remembered it as the island where most Faunus lived. "Fairly fucking sure."

Cinder's expression turned unamused. "Must you curse so often?"

Crue looked confused for a moment. "Ah fuc- shit I mean- shit- DAMN IT!" The Faunus eventually settled for simply closing his eyes and his lips. "I have been attempting to curse less. Mostly to not influence those younger than me."

Cinder raised one eyebrow. "Ruby." Crue answered.

"Ah, yes." Cinder nodded. "The young leader with the red cloak." She hummed slightly, before gaining a slight smirk. "You must care quite a bit for her, don't you?"

Now, while Crue was not an expert in social situations, he was fairly good at spotting a threat. "You're right. I do." He took a step towards Cinder, causing her to tense.

"And if anything happened to her, or anyone I care about for that matter…" Crue used his height to his full advantage, as his steely blue eyes bored into Cinder's own amber ones. "It would not. End. Well."

"For which party?" Cinder questioned, though her speech wavered slightly. The raven haired woman cursed inwardly at the show of weakness.

Crue let out a deep chuckle at Cinder's question, as he cocked his head to one side and smirked, his smile showing a small fang. "Take a fucking guess."

With that, Crue backed down and turned away from Cinder, heading to the gyms exit. After the door closed, the sound echoing throughout the empty room, Cinder fell to her knees, clutching her heart.

"How does he do that!?" She screamed in her mind. The reason that Cinder Fell was due to Crue's actions. His eyes, his stance and his dangerous demeanour. These things combined sent a mix of fear and arousal through Cinder.

"I need to have a shower." She decided, leaving the room with a blush on her face, praying she didn't run into anyone on the way back to her room.

"Heya Cinder." An amber eye twitched, as Cinder turned to see who had called her. She had to angle herself slightly to meet a pair of bright silver eyes.

"Ruby. Hello." Cinder greeted shortly. "Are you planning on using the gym?" Being forced to make polite conversation was something the raven haired woman greatly detested, but if it would make her leave quicker.

"Yep." She smiled brightly. "Gonna lift some weights."

Now that, made Cinder quirk an eyebrow, examining the girl more closely. She was wearing a black tank top with a red heart, and a pair of gym shorts. She did not seem to have any noticeable muscle anywhere.

"Weights?" Cinder repeated, causing Ruby to nod rapidly.

"Yep. I mean, it's probably nothing compared to my baby but-" "You have a child!?" Cinder exclaimed suddenly.

"Uhh." Ruby droned out, momentarily confused. "Kinda? I mean, I made them myself." Cinder stared at the young girl with wide eyes. "I mean, making them was hard enough. It took so many tries to get it right."

"I mean, I enjoyed all the tries. I probably would have given up if it wasn't so fun." Ruby continued, while Cinder was mentally calculating how fast Crue would kill the father once he got wind of this.

"Does Crue know about this?" The half-maiden asked. Ruby nodded her head, somewhat confusedly.

"Yeah. I mean, it'd be kind of hard for him not to know. He was playing with them yesterday." Ruby shrugged. "He was really careful with my sweetheart."

"Hm." Cinder thought, briefly imagining the Faunus playing with a small girl with brunette hair and silver eyes. In her imagination, the child's eyes shifted to amber, and her hair became darker. The change in appearance caused Cinder to snap back to reality.

"He seems as though he would make a good father figure." She murmured.

"Uh, sure?" Ruby agreed confusedly. "I mean, he's more like a brother to me than anything. Caring, good at keeping secrets, waaaay too overprotective." She chuckled slightly at the last one.

"Overprotective?" Cinder questioned. Ruby seemed to laugh, as though recalling an old joke.

"Yeah. Almost more than Yang. One of the biggest things I remember was from Mountain Glenn." She thought back. "I fell down a hole, and accidentally found a White Fang base."

"Oh really?" Cinder tried to humour the girl, making a mental note that the discovery of the base was in fact accidental.

"Yeah, he saw me fall, and tried to grab me. But… he missed." Ruby looked to the floor for a moment, frowning. "But, after I fell, these two White Fang guys showed up. I lost my weapon when I fell, so they got the drop on me."

"One of them punched me, and knocked me down." She recalled the moment clearly. "I think he was going to step on me or something, but then I heard, something breaking." She shuddered briefly.

"Breaking?" Cinder questioned. As much as she would hate to admit it, she was now invested in the story.

"Yeah. Crue jumped down the hole, and landed on the White Fang guys shoulders." Cinder grimaced, realising the connection between the sound of something breaking. "And then, uhh." Ruby shuddered, her eyes squeezing closed.

"His glasses fell off during the fall, and I could see his eyes when he hit the other White Fang with his hurley." "His what?" "His weapon." Ruby amended. "You know the blue thing?" The small girl held her hands up as though she was holding the weapon in question.

When Cinder nodded, Ruby continued. "Yeah, that thing. He hit him with the hurley, and cracked his mask. But, his eyes." It was as though a cold breeze drifted through the gymnasium, causing both females to shiver.

"They were scary." Ruby said quietly. Cinder nodded in agreement.

"They were unnerving."

"Weird."

"Terrifying."

"Strange."

"Hot."

The silence that followed was so great you could hear a pin drop. And this time there was no Faunus to scream obscenities to break it. "W-What?" Ruby asked, eyes wide.

Cinder began to sweat, realising what she had said. "Hot." She repeated, forming an excuse in her mind. "Do you not know what it means?"

"Uh, it means you thought they were hot." Ruby spoke rather quickly. Cinder gave an awkward chuckle and shook her head.

"No, no. In Haven, it's an anagram." Rubys face fell into one of confusion. "H.O.T. It stands for 'Horrible Or Terrible'."

"Ohhhh." Ruby drawled out. "That makes more sense." She nodded.

"It's quite a popular term over there. I suppose I can forgive you, seeing as this is Vale." Cinder gave a half hearted shrug, as she began to walk away. "It was nice talking to you Ruby."

"You too Cinder. See you round!" The younger girl called after the more mature student as she entered the gym.

As Cinder walked down the hall, her posture slackened immensely, only one that on her mind.

"I can't believe she bought that."

...

"~Don't stop me noooow. cause I'm having a good time, I'm having a ball~" Crue hummed, listening to music through his headphones. The Faunus was in the middle of Vale, heading to Juniors club so that he could collect his claws.

"How long until the Vytal Festival?" Crue questioned himself, and to a lesser extent, the Author. "You're sending me on a mission, so I'm guessing there's enough time for that." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, as he walked by a notice board, before halting and walking backwards.

"I hate Deux Ex Machina." Crue murmured, as he read the flyer for the festival. "That's about…" Crue looked down, counting on his fingers. "Three weeks from now? I think." He shrugged, and continued walking.

"So that's enough time for this mission, probably, and other shenanigans." He sighed, before chuckling slightly. "Shenanigans. That's a funny word. She-nan-i-gans. Shenanigans. Shena- ok I'm going to stop now."

He shook his head, listening to the music as he made his way to the shadier side of town, where Juniors bar was located. He passed by a few people that looked as though they would mug him.

He quickly changed their mind by sending a terrifying glare towards them. Crue huffed, putting his hands in his pockets and increasing his pace towards Juniors. A short moment later, Crue opened the doors to Juniors bar, pleased to find that there was no White Fang.

"YO JUNIOR!" Crue called, stepping into the bar, seeing the few other patrons that were there turn to stare at him. "The fuck d'you want?" They glanced away, going back to what they were doing beforehand.

"Thought so." Crue nodded to himself, walking over to the bar where Junior gave a small wave. Crue waved back, and seated himself before the man. "Hey Junior, how's business?"

"It's good, Crue. No more White Fang since that last incident." He smiled. "Want a drink?" Crue took a moment to consider the offer.

"Nah, but if you could fill this up." The Faunus handed Junior his flask. "Maybe with some… I think I'll go for whiskey this time."

Junior nodded, taking the hip flask. "I'll tell Melanie to go get your claws." Crue nodded, before wondering why he was getting Melanie and not Miltia.

He shrugged it off, and glanced around the club while he waited. He nodded to Bruno, the bear head wearing man waving back, as he mixed some tracks. Crue didn't recognised the music, and wasn't particularly fond of club music anyway.

"Gah!" Crue felt something hit his arm, as he turned to glare at the attacker. "Melanie! What the Hell!?" The girl garbed in white looked at the Faunus, unimpressed.

"Miltia mentioned you wanted help training with your claws." Melanie said shortly. When Crue nodded, she continued. "You're not going to do very well if you can be snuck up on." The Faunus deadpanned at her reasoning.

"Motherfu- WE ARE IN A CLUB! WITH LOUD MUSIC! How the Hell am I supposed to hear anyone sneak up on me under these circumstance." He complained. Melanie huffed, and walked past him, gesturing for him to follow.

Crue growled to himself, but followed after the more annoying twin. In his opinion. He followed her past the bar, close to the storage room. Crue could vaguely remember going in there during the night out a few days ago.

There was a second door not too far off, which Melanie entered. Crue followed after her, and let out a low whistle at what he saw. It appeared to be a small dojo, with a few training dummies. It also contained a second twin, who was rapidly jabbing one of the dummies.

"Ha! Ha! Hiyah!" Miltia finished off her regimen with a kick to the dummies head. The head wobbled violently, but stayed attached to the body. The girl huffed, before turning to the door. Miltia blinked in surprise, seeing the two standing there.

"How long have you been there?" She asked, putting a fist on her hip. Crue noted that she was not in her usual red get up, but was instead in a pair of grey sweats and a red tanktop.

"Long enough to fear for my head." Crue answered. When the silence followed, he sighed and placed a finger against his forehead. "This one…"

"Oh." Both girls said. "Well, you should fear for your other one too, if you annoy us." Melanie smirked, walking over to what appeared to be a small wardrobe. Crue crossed his legs instinctively, but sent a glare to Melanie anyway.

Hearing the other twin chuckle caused Crue to turn his head with a look that said 'really?' towards Miltia.

"What?" She defended. "It was funny." Crue sighed, and turned back to Melanie, yelping as he ducked under something flying towards him.

"WILL YOU STOP TRYING TO KILL ME FOR FIVE SECONDS?!" Crue exclaimed at the white twin. Melanie frowned, before pointing to what she had thrown at him.

The Faunus turned, seeing that it was the mechanism for his claws. "Oh." He turned back to Melanie. "I'm not apologising." He bent down to pick up his claws, examining them for damages. "I don't even remember taking these off."

"We found them in our room." Miltia told Crue, as he shrugged off his leather jacket. "They were under our bed."

Crue hesitated in putting on the contraption, trying to figure out why they were there. "Oh. Right. We did the nasty." The Faunus continued arming himself, slipping the armoured bag that held the pressurised air onto his back.

He slipped the gauntlets onto his arm, his hand wrapping around the trigger. He brought his arms up to look at cool blue metal.

*snkt*

Crue smirked, seeing the reflection of himself in the sharp blades. "It's good to have these back." He looked up to Miltia, seeing the girl wearing a small blush.

"I should not be as turned on as I am right now." The other claw user said. Crue blinked in surprise, and turned to her twin in surprise. Melanie had her hand resting against her face, looking fed up with her sister.

"Miltia. Just train him." The white garbed girl sighed, turning around to exit. Crue turned back to Miltia, whose red face looked more embarrassed now than anything.

"So…" Crue said, breaking the silence. Miltia looked up with a raised eyebrow. Crue raised his hands, his claws glinting in the light of the dojo. "Wanna give me some tips?"

…

"Specialist Schnee." A tall woman with white hair in a bun turned to see who had called her.

"Courier Lowenthal." The woman gave a small smile. "Good to see you're recovering." The man before her had somewhat dark skin, and an unremarkable face. Under his arm he held his helmet, a cross between a generic soldiers helmet and a gasmask with red lenses.

"Thank you, Specialist Schnee. It'll take more than two bullets to here to get me down." Lowenthal tapped the side of his forehead, smiling.

"Please, call me Winter. We've been colleagues long enough to warrant that." Winter instructed the courier.

"Very well, Winter." Lowenthal smirked, reaching into his long duster. He extracted a letter in a light blue envelope with a snowflake insignia printed on it. "Letter from your sister." He handed her the envelope, and grabbed his helmet with both hands.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, Winter." He put on the helmet, and cracked his joints. "I need to go find a fellow called Benny." He growled, spinning on his foot and walking away from the Specialist.

Winter saw a glint of steel on Lowenthals hip, and recognised it as his revolver, one he affectionately called 'Lucky'. "I suppose he must be quite lucky to survive to shots to the head. Or perhaps he is simply thick skulled."

Winter turned the envelope over in her hand, checking the seal. She briefly considered going back to her stationed room to read it, but decided that such an oddly quick reply warranted sooner examination.

She opened the letter and folded the envelope in half, disposing of the blue paper in a recycling receptacle. She unfolded the letter and began to read. She hummed the words to herself as she walked on, her legs automatically bringing her to her room.

She had entered her room just as she was nearing the end of the letter. Her room was rather sparse, barely any decorations aside from those of a military kind. However, on her table lay a small bowl filled with bright red apples.

Winter grabbed one and took a bite out of it, just as she finished the letter. "Hold on." Winter halted in her chewing, seeing the words 'P.S' standing out. She swallowed, and continued to read.

The apple fell from her hand, rolling across the wooden floor. With a flurry, Winter exited the room, heading to Intelligence. She threw open the door, startling the lone worker, who fell off his swivel chair, his small box of noodles spilling onto the floor.

"S-Specialist Schnee! What's wrong?!" The man on the floor stammered out, managing to stand and give a shaky salute.

"Technical Officer Stark. I believe there may be a breach in our security. I need you to research a name." Winter explained quickly. This got the man's full attention. He sat down on the chair before a wall of screens, and hovered his hands over the keyboard.

"Name?" He asked.

"Crue Cullen." Winter spoke. The mans fingers flew across the keyboard, inputting the name into the militaries database. After a short moment, the results that popped up surprised both viewers.

"Only one?" Stark frowned at the computer. He clicked on the link regardless, and in another window, what appeared to be a news report popped up. "Three students of Beacon stop White Fang plot."

Winter frowned slightly. So he was a Beacon student, she was aware of that much. Weiss was friends and classmates with him. "Wait a minute." Winter turned to the Stark, who was staring at a picture on the report.

The picture showed three people, students of Beacon if Winter was to assume. Two of them were Faunus, two were wearing sunglasses, and two were brunettes. "I feel like I recognise him from somewhere."

Winter stared at the male in the picture. Blonde. Wolf Faunus. Mirrored sunglasses. It was definitely the description Weiss had given her. It was definitely Crue Cullen.

Stark closed out of the report window, and opened up a folder on his desktop. The folder was labelled 'Breach Footage'. There were several more folders in it, each of them labelled 'A-Knight' followed by a serial number.

"Let's see, it was…" He moved the cursor across the screen, before stopping on one file in particular. "1337." He opened the folder, and clicked on the video file. The file showed the first person view of an Atlesian Knight.

Winter watched for a while, before the video suddenly jumped. The Schnee noticed Stark clicking along the time footage, apparently searching for something. "No. No. No. N-There!" He played the video, and sat back and watched.

Winter watched too, as a person on a motorbike hit a ramp, raised their sword, and decapitated a King Taijitu in one swing. "Haha!" Stark cried out. "I knew I recognised him from somewhere. He's got quite the fanbase with the staff."

"Are there any other files of him?" Winter asked. Stark hummed for a moment, before exiting out of the video and folder. "I think I remember seeing him in… 54V3." He clicked open the folder and file, and began searching through it once more.

"There he is." Crue had appeared on screen, jumping in front of the two droids in order to send a Boarbatusk flying. He turned back to face the robots, and gave them a thumbs up. The screen shifted, now showing another Knight.

The screen turned back to Crue, and the robots preformed the same gesture. The Faunus laughed lightly, and rested his weapon on his shoulder. "Man." His voice came through the speakers. "You guys are pretty human. Maybe you can give Penny some tips."

Winter froze. "Replay that." She instructed. Stark did as told, and replayed the scene. Winters eyes widened as she realised she did not mishear the Faunus.

"Thank you Stark. I, I need to speak with the General." Winter stood straight and left the room, turning back to her room immediately.

Stark watched her go, and closed the door before turning back the mass of computers. A hand reached up to scratch at a black goatee. "Huh." He checked the door was closed, before exiting out of the files he had open.

He clicked on a file on his desktop, and the entire screens turned to blue. The computers did not crash, merely it was the size of the blue print that Stark had opened that required the use of every screen.

"Hmm." Stark leaned back in his chair. "Crue Cullen, and Aurel Stark." He gazed upon the blueprints, which detailed what appeared to be a robot, but with a hollow inside. "Maybe one day we'll cross paths."

"Maybe one day I'll get to build my suit. And then, you can meet… FE-MALE." There was a small pause where the name echoed around the enclosed room. Then, a sigh.

"I need to work on the name."

Did I just put Tony Stark, and The Courier in my fic? You're damn right I did. Will Crue eventually meet either of these people? Fuck if I know, that's up to you. But anyway, Crue is slowly getting better. He'll be back to badass in no time.

And hey, if he ever needs to be badass in a pinch, he just needs to put on the glasses. And he knows that. But he knows that doing that will be relinquishing control of himself. Can he bring himself to that?

Ok, stepping away from philosophical junk for a moment. Everything that happens has a reason. And everything has a reaction. Crue jokingly telling those to Robots to aid Penny? Anyone watching that now knows he knows about Penny. Jokingly telling Weiss to say hi to Winter? Now Weiss knows he knows Winter. Really, Crue should just stop making jokes.

Crue has got his claws back, and just in time for his outing with Qrow and CRDL. So many bird themes in one place. How will he survive? And what will he find in the town of Mentis. These questions and more, could be answered.

If you have any questions yourself, ask them. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. If you did let me know, leave a review if you want. And as always

Until Next Time

-Friday