Pyrrha and Blake were happily reading Jaune's latest book in Team RWBY's dorm room. Yang was off performing maintenance on 'Bumblebee' and Weiss was...doing something involving bonds and derivatives. Jaune was off in 'creative isolation'. Granted, it was imposed by his girlfriends so he would actually work on the next book and could recover from training. That worked perfectly for Ruby's purposes.

"Um, Pyrrha...Blake...can I talk to you about some, uh, stuff?" The tone was uneasy and immediately cut through the older girls' reading.

"Sure, Ruby," Blake spoke first, as she had a much closer friendship with her team leader.

"I need your help in figuring some personal stuff out," Ruby hedged her statement carefully. Her uncertainty was surprising as Ruby Rose was almost always an unflappable and confident young woman.

"Relationship personal stuff?" Blake question gently. The younger Beacon student nodded. "Ask away, we're your friends."

"Yes," Pyrrha quickly agreed. "We would be happy to help!"

The leader of Team RWBY relaxed. "I-I think you two are the only ones I can really talk to about my...uh...situation."

The two other girls shut their Scrolls and gave Ruby their undivided attention. The signal was obvious and Ruby smiled. "Thanks, Blake. Thanks, Pyrrha. I..." She paused as the gears turned in her head. There was practically steam coming out of her ears. The dam broke and Ruby blurted, "I want to know how you realized you liked girls."

"It is a bit different for each of us," Blake said after exchanging a look with Pyrrha.

Ruby listened intently as the two older girls explained their situation. She was certain Weiss would make a good-humored gibe about the attention Ruby was giving her friends.

'If you paid this much attention in class...' Weiss's 'joke' voice filtered into the Reaper's mind. She sighed wistfully as she was well aware that despite Weiss being her best friend, Ruby was well aware that their sexuality didn't match.

"Thanks, Blake...thanks Pyrrha. I can talk to Yang about this now. I love my sis, but she is very into boys and now...well...now I know it's okay that I don't," Ruby confided. The relief in the young woman's voice, body language, and even posture was evident. She gave each of her friends a hug. Blake's ears itched as she might have heard something, but as she wasn't one-hundred percent sure she remained quiet.

She wished she had spoken up when an instantly recognizable silky voice interjected with, "Room for one more?"

Ruby tried her best to hide in between her friends. "What did you hear?"

Sun shrugged his shoulders. "Just that you're okay with something."

"This, Mr. Wukong, was a very private moment. I believe the proper course of action would have been to knock," Pyrrha said in the paradoxical polite go to hell tone only a woman could wield like a knife.

"Um, whoops?" Sun offered as an apology.

Blake knew this had to happen eventually. "Hey, Pyrrha...Ruby? Could I get a moment?"

"Of course, Blake," Pyrrha answered. "I'll text you later."

"Okay," Blake responded, but it was more to herself than her girlfriend. She flicked her gaze up to sun, but her head drooped. Her natural instinct to run away was screaming at Blake to listen. Instead, she said four words that were weighed down with reluctance and nervousness. "We...need to talk."

If there was one thing Jaune hated about his author side-job, it was meeting with publishers. Jaune was giving the readers what they wanted. The Ninjas of Love series was a top 3 series already. The Shogun's Garden was the most successful book so far, even if Jaune discounted having a threesome with Pyrrha and Blake. Not that he would ever even dream of forgetting that detail, but that couldn't wind up on a sales report.

There were no amount of sales that could equal that. Jaune whistled to himself as he pushed aside his annoyance at his publisher's insistence that he 'make the series more mass-market friendly'. All Jaune cared about was making the series more 'his smoking hot girlfriends friendly.'

"To hell with that!" A voice cried out. "They look like a freaking boy band."

Jaune gave the exclamation a flat look. One of the other teams, PNKE, was loudly complaining. Well, not the entire team. Nefritis was standing in his usual position, cradling his head in his hands. PNKE...Jaune wasn't exactly sure how they had made it through initiation or the Emerald Forest. Granted, no one was exactly sure how PNKE had survived.

"You gotta admit, Ery," Kobe said in tone that was somehow bored, amused, and condescending all at once. "Hearing that guy complain about being rejected was funny."

"Do you three idiots realize that at least he was in position to get rejected?" Nefritis spat.

Pierre, the fourth member of the team, rolled his eyes. "Hey, who was responsible for the fiasco at the club again?"

The team leader sighed. "That wasn't my fault."

"It wasn't?" Kobe asked. "You tripped and spilled the drink over that one chick. What was her name again?"

"Shit if I know, I was focused on her friend." Ery shrugged at his partner's question. "Key thing is, you spilled the drink. They thought it was on purpose and we got banned from the club for starting a small riot and somehow knocking down that tree and starting a fire in a coffee shop two blocks away."

Jaune ducked away from the insanity that was the 'so-incompetent-that-they-came-full-circle-back-to-competent' team.

The author had nearly made it back to his dorm when he gave in to the random urge to look up. "Blake?"

"Jaune," the beautiful girl asked from her perch in a tree. There was a stereotype being perpetuated, but Jaune never contemplated it. He was more concerned by the emotional strain noticeable on her face.

"Need someone to vent to?"

Blake shook her head. "I think I've gotten it out of my system." Her signature playful smirk was only slightly forced onto her elegant features. "Not going to ask if I'm okay?"

"Blake," Jaune said as he fixed one of his girlfriends with a flat look. "If you were okay, you wouldn't be in a tree away from your friends, especially without a book."

"Am I that obvious?" Blake continued with her self-deprecating teasing.

Jaune smiled at her. "Only to those lucky enough to really know you."

"Wordsmith," Blake grumbled as her entire body flushed with embarrassment and gratitude for the unintentionally suave but absolutely sweet words. "Sometimes it is easy to forget you're my favorite author."

"My dorky exterior does hide it well," Jaune agreed. That earned the young man a genuine laugh from the Faunus. "If you aren't ready to leave, I'll head back. Shoot me a text when you're back at the dorm?"

Blake thought quietly for a moment. "I'll text you, definitely."

"See you later, Blake." Jaune departed with a smile and a wave. Blake waved back and fished out her Scroll once Jaune was inside the Dorms. 'Pyrrha, I'm going to need to borrow Jaune tonight.'

'Don't wear my partner out too much. We have team sparring tomorrow,' Pyrrha responded cheekily.

Jaune received a quick text message from Blake saying she was back in RWBY's dorm. The leader of JNPR had been relieved, but hadn't been able to pry any details out of Pyrrha.

"I believe Blake should be the one to fill you in on the details, Jaune," was all he could get out of his partner.

That was fair enough. So, he had rolled over and tried to get some sleep. That had lasted all of twenty-seven minutes. A second text lit up his scroll. 'Jaune, can you meet me in Study Room Four?'

Study Room Four was the most isolated and least popular of the Library's study rooms. The lights didn't work. There were no working outlets to charge Scrolls. The table was too small to really study on for Teams. The chairs were broken and useless, honestly.

'Why would Blake want to use that...ohhhh,' Jaune thought. He slipped out of bed, not even bothering to grab some shoes.

He stopped by Pyrrha's bed. Jaune knew his partner well enough that she had been faking sleep for the past half-hour. "I'll be back," Jaune whispered. Pyrrha sat up for a moment before giving Jaune a quick kiss.

"Don't have too much fun," Pyrrha quietly teased. "We do have two-on-two spars tomorrow."

Jaune nodded and slipped out of the room. He sneaked through Beacon's grounds. JNPR's leader made it to the Library's entrance when he caught a glimpse of the absurd. Team PNKE and Professor Port being led into one of Beacon's paddy wagons.

"Full Contact Karaoke has been banned at Beacon for twenty years! The smoke damage in Coocra Hall will take weeks to repair!" Glynda raged against PNKE and Port.

Whatever 'Full Contact Karaoke' was, it was giving Jaune the perfect cover to slip into the library. Once again, Study Room Four was practically inaccessible. One wonder if having climbing gear was necessary for reaching it. Which, in this case was good.

He slipped in the small room and saw Blake sitting in the corner wearing her yukata pajamas. "I was hoping for 'Sexy Librarian', but this'll do."

"You think I could pull off 'Sexy Librarian'?" Blake asked looking up from her copy of The Shogun's Garden.

Jaune smirked as he walked over. "Pull it off? You could own that to the point they'd have to retire it like an all time great player's jersey number. Granted...you could pull off 'Sexy Insert-some-profession-here' without any problem."

"And you pull of the dork and the wordsmith," Blake replied with a smirk. "In thanks...well...I can't pull of words, but I can pull off something..."

Jaune knew what was coming, but still couldn't help but laugh. "Here I thought that I was the only dork! That was some Zielony Tekst level cheesiness."

Blake rolled her eyes. "You'll be apologizing for that later."

"For wha..." In a flash, Jaune's pants, pajama and under, were around his ankles. Jaune trailed off in a gasp as Blake began to make excellent use of her tongue. The concept of rational conscious thought was laughable under the current situations. His hands found their way to the top of Blake's head. A single fluid motion removed Blake's signature and tossed it across the rooms. The visible proof of Blake's Faunus heritage was revealed. She held no fear of the exposure. This bravery was born of three facts. First, the chance of an 'outsider' stumbling across her in this moment of vulnerability was almost nonexistent. Second, Blake was far too engrossed by her attention on Jaune to care. Finally, it was Jaune. He was unlike anyone else she had ever known.

Blake's acceptance was sensually demonstrated.

"I feel selfish," Jaune miraculously grunted out a complete sentence.

Blake dragged her tongue tortuously along Jaune's length. "Lay down."

Arousal, confidence, and a welcome sense of power flowed through the woman's veins as Jaune wordlessly complied. Eager to continue this rare moment of dominance, Blake let her pajamas slowly slip from her trembling form. The sheer hunger dancing in Jaune's eyes was intoxicating. It was a new and thrilling experience being the unquestioned dominant partner for once. Every moment she delayed was building up the fiery expectations. Blake was loving it.

Still, she wanted physical release as well.

Blake strode over to her prone lover, the measured pace was designed to continue her sensuous torture of her favorite male lover. "Enjoying the view?"

"Yes," Jaune grunted.

"Good," Blake said as she turned her back and Jaune and lowered herself onto his face. "I think you have an idea of what to do."

No one had to tell Jaune Arc twice. He gripped the absolutely gorgeous Faunus' thighs and began to lap at her moistened folds with reckless abandon. Blake relished the rush of sexual bliss that erupted from her womanhood and set her every fiber gloriously alight. Reaching out, she reached out and began to reward Jaune with a handjob. Her pleasurable milking was paused when Jaune's tongue discovered a particularly sensitive locale.

"Oum!" Blake screamed as her face settled into an expression that could only be described as so extremely intoxicated by pleasure. Her mouth hung open as her breathing became labored. Blake felt her eyes roll back in her head and her Faunus ears droop flat against her hair. It was if her mind could barely afford to keep her breathing as it focused on whatever divine thing Jaune just did. She didn't give a fuck what it was as long as he kept doing it.

Blake's Faunus heritage was predatory. She half-pounced at Jaune's cock and took his length into her mouth. Her oral assault was aggressive, needy, and full of lust and appreciation. It was little wonder Jaune didn't last long at all. In the young man's defense, Blake didn't last much longer.

"Jaune...so, so good," Blake mumbled. Somewhat spent, Jaune managed a thumbs up. "But we aren't done yet..."

Blake was stunned by the fact Jaune was raring to go for the next round. 'Maybe there is something to the old 'You know what they say about guys with big Aura...' joke...'

The ground was shaking as if a thousand Goliaths were charging through the library. Blake still managed to position herself over Jaune. If she hadn't already been completely flushed from the sex already, a blush that would be visible from Atlas would have graced Blake's face. Jaune was soaked by her climax. There was no turning back at this point. 'Besides, it's not like I haven't had sex with Jaune before...'

Blake was still quivering in the aftermath of her encounter with Jaune's tongue, but she successfully lowered herself onto Jaune. Her womanhood was very accommodating as it sheathed Jaune's sword.

"Blake, I-I'm not," Jaune groaned as his instincts and needs overrode his thoughts.

"Ngggh," Blake moaned as she began to move her hips. "S-Safe day."

Jaune was confident that Blake wouldn't lie about that. She wasn't quick to give her trust. When she did, it was absolute. The team leader decided to reward that trust by trusting Blake in turn. He simply enjoyed the pleasure of being inside such an amazing woman. Blake began to buck and ride Jaune with a fierceness and violence Jaune hadn't been prepared for in the least. She was overwhelming him completely. Instinct drove his hands to the Faunus' hips. Jaune gripped tightly and helped draw himself deeper into Blake.

Blake was liberated. She was drowning in pleasure and her all-too rare display of dominance only heightened the sensations. Jaune had been very good the day she and Pyrrha had claimed the dork/author/team leader. She still dreamed up the memories occasionally. That encounter could not even compare to how tonight was progressing! Blake had decided this was her favorite position. He was so deep. She could feel him pass over every square inch of her! Jaune had shocked her with his skill at oral.

"J-Jaune!" Blake screamed as rode him even harder. Pleasure was overwhelming her mind. The Faunus' vision was reduced to occasional flashes of her lover appearing in a field of blinding white. Her next vocalization was supposed to be a cry of Jaune's name again. Instead, it was a ragged, ecstasy riddled wordless scream of release. Warmth flowed into her womb as Jaune came. She collapsed on top of the blond knight with a drunken smile adorning her lips.

The two remained simply melding into one another for several minutes before Jaune cheekily declared. "I take it you'll want to do this again sometime?"

"Jaune," Blake snorted. "You better be thankful you're endearing and really good at this whole sex thing."

"I'm pretty attached to you as well," Jaune confessed. Blake laughed and playfully punched his shoulder.

"We should head back," Blake said after a peck to Jaune's lips. Jaune agreed with a nod. He didn't move from his positioned and simply basked in the glory that was a naked, satisfied, and very pleased Blake Belladonna. "Thank you, Jaune."

Jaune barely said "You're welcome," before his entirely too sneaky girlfriend disappeared. There was one thing Jaune had confirmed about sex: it was tiring. Jaune felt he had just gone two training rounds with Pyrrha and then had a Combat Class Match against Yang or Cardin.

Except he was battered and sore for all the right reasons. He had been pummeled, but by a beautiful woman's hips and not a jackass's giant mace or a beautiful friend's fists.

He was going to need to stretch a lot tomorrow. Still, he was in high spirits as he got dressed. The formerly fraudulent, now legitimized, student proceeded to keep to the shadows as he exited the library. Team JNPR's leader was halfway out of the library when clapping caused him to jump out of his skin. "What the heck?"

Somehow, Team PNKE had escaped from Professor Goodwitch and was now giving him the slow clap standing ovation.

"Seriously, what the hell?"

Ery took the lead for once. "Nefritis and Pierre bribed Goodwitch with two first edition copies of The Shogun's Garden."

"You know what," Jaune said as he threw up his arms. "I'll just fucking go with it."

"That's the spirit!" Kobe commended Jaune sarcastically. Jaune decided to leave the madness behind and go back to his sane team and, more importantly, his absolutely gorgeous partner.

'PNKE scares me more than a Grimm sometime...'

Now, more than ever, Jaune Arc was convinced of one thing...

"Are you guys in PNKE Beacon's insane asylum?" Jaune snapped. Pyrrha was too stunned by the unbelievable events happening in front of her to do more than keep the up the 'Arkos Shield Wall'.

"The only thing insane is that Kobe thinks Oranžinis is going to the freaking Chestnuts in the draft," Ery snapped as he fired a shot from his barbed-wire-wrapped-baseball-bat-shotgun named Lucille.

"Dude, the Chestnuts suck. They are getting the first pick. Oranžinis is the best player, thus he'll be stuck with the Chestnuts," Kobe countered.

Pyrrha cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, but can we focus?"

"On the fact that my partner is a moron? Yes." Ery once again tried to brain Jaune with his baseball bat.

"How has your team even survived?" Jaune deflected the swing allowing Pyrrha to land a blow that brought Ery's Aura just shy of elimination.

Kobe took the opportunity to launch an attack on Pyrrha's exposed flank. It was wasted by virtue of trying to attack Pyrrha Freaking Nikos. She sidestepped the shield-led charge with grace and ease. Salvation, Kobe's nightstick/hangun was in gun form, but was too busy aiming at Jaune.

Pyrrha was going to have none of that!

"I know you two aren't taking us seriously because you're too busy planning where you're going to try to have sex later, but come on," Ery used his frankly fairly useless Semblance to try to distract Pyrrha Freaking Nikos from beating the hell out of his partner. Ery's Semblance gave him near perfect insight into a person's thoughts. Problem was that the information was mostly embarrassing details. It worked slightly better with Grimm since it gave a one second heads up about attacks somehow. This situation only seemed to make the problems exponentially worse.

Fortunately for Jaune and Pyrrha, no one really heard the exclamation from PNKE's E. Pyrrha had just knocked Salvation out of Kobe's hands with a combination rifle shot and spear thrust to the top of the weapon. 'Arkos' quickly ended the match then and there. Jaune punched Ery square in the face. The Invincible Girl drop kicked Kobe into next week.

"The winners of the match..." Glynda Goodwitch announced the obvious dispassionately. "...Jaune Arc and Pyrrha Nikos of Team JNPR. Team PNKE...please focus next time."

After the traditional post-match handshake, Ery wheeled around and faced his partner. "Dude, the actual fuck. Why didn't you use your Semblance to absorb some of my hits? You have more Aura than I do. We could have had a decent showing against Pyrrha Freaking Nikos and Sir Luck of the Library!"

"Two reasons: One, Pyrrha Freaking Nikos. Two, you needed all that denial beaten out of you," Kobe shot back.

"They're going to draft a Guard with the first pic," the baseball bat wielder said in utter exasperation.

Pyrrha interjected with, "Are you sure you are taking your time at Beacon seriously?"

"We're channeling our Spirit Animal right now," Ery revealed.

"The Honey Badger," Kobe supplied.

"Wha-" Jaune started.

"HONEY BADGERS DON'T GIVE A FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" All of Team PNKE shouted at once. Kobe and Ery stopped their argument to hive five each other.

"You know what, I don't care anymore," Jaune groaned.

Pyrrha Nikos knew her best friend, quasi-student, team leader, and lover well. She could tell when he was joking, serious, deep in thought, aroused (now that she had experienced him), and distracted. Right now, Jaune was four out of the six.

"Jaune, is everything alright?" Pyrrha asked cautiously.

JNPR's leader sighed. "It's just that Ery was right."

That confession locked Pyrrha's back into place. She was hoping that the ridiculous other team hadn't been exaggerating his statement. The look in Jaune's eyes was a dark stormy look of undeniable lust.

Aimed at her.

There was only one course of action that was logically, emotionally, and sexually sound. Pyrrha crossed the distance between the partners, secured her weapons in place with her semblance, and planted a powerful kiss directly on Jaune's lips. The kiss was returned with equal fervor.

Pyrrha maintained enough presence of mind to utilize her Semblance to speed the process of removing her, and her partner's, armor. Jaune did not stand idly by during the exchange of passion. He groped and tore at Pyrrha's armor. As violent as Jaune's attack on Pyrrha's clothing was, he was quite gentle when his hands passed over bare skin.

After the assault ended, the partners stood silently and looked at each other in naked awe.

What followed could only be described as a levee breaking. Jaune drew Pyrrha in close. His hand gripped tightly on her thigh as his lips worked their way across his partner's neck towards her collar bone. The appreciative moans and whimpers of vulnerability slipping from the Invincible Girl's throat drove Jaune into a haze.

"Jaune..." The word was another whisper, but the intensity of the Pyrrha's grip on Jaune's hair was unmistakable.

Pyrrha returned the favor with a searing kiss. "L-Let's go further..."

Jaune took an opportunity to run his hands through Pyrrha's silky hair. He leaned in an whispered in Pyrrha's ear. The champion nodded and joined Jaune on the ground. The chill in the air and on the exposed roof sent a different kind of thrill through her naked form. A fairly familiar, but unexpected thrill quickly followed. Jaune rolled his tongue around Pyrrha's nipple.

"Ah!" Pyrrha called out. "S-Switch..."

No one had to tell Jaune Arc twice. The knight, well squire really, somewhat reluctantly let go of Pyrrha's perfect (in his smitten opinion) breasts. He was rewarded for listening with the vision of his partner's moist womanhood hovering above him. Gripping tightly, Jaune pulled Pyrrha closer. His efforts were rewarded with a ecstatic hybrid of a moan, the whisper of his name, and a cry of passion. Overcome by lust, Pyrrha feverishly began stroking at Jaune's erection. Her tongue joined the attentions and she engulfed Jaune completely. It was Jaune's turn to hiss his partner's name out through a haze of pleasure. The partners were partners in all aspects. Months of training and fighting alongside each other had given both an unique insight into each others psyche and desires. Jaune read his lover's 'tells' and devoted his attentions to where Pyrrha gasped and moaned musically. Each celebration that escaped from the redhead's throat added a new sensation to the fellatio he was receiving. It was not a surprise in the least that Jaune didn't last much longer. His head dropped back back as Pyrrha drained him. The Arc's body convulsed under the sheer weight of the pleasure he experienced.

"H-Holy shit," was about all Jaune could articulate. Pyrrha removed herself from Jaune. She was flushed with desire and exertion. Pyrrha's skin had a lustrous sheen thanks to the sweat covering her body. Jaune was aware Pyrrha was sometimes called the "Goddess of Victory". This moment pretty much confirmed the Goddess part.

After Pyrrha wiped her face with a discarded towel, she laid on her back. Pyrrha positioned herself to easily welcome Jaune into a state of union. "I need this."

Jaune didn't have to be told twice.

He knelt in front of Pyrrha and guided himself into Pyrrha's waiting folds. Pyrrha was almost impatient, needy even, as she assisted her partner in all aspects. The fiery tressed warrior's patience, limited as it was, paid off dividends. She cried out joyously as the welcome sensation of Jaune filling her set her every synapse aflame. Pyrrha did not fail very often. This night, she failed spectacularly in her attempt to articulate her most base adulation for their union. Instead, it was a second, very loud, shriek of sensual joy. Overwhelmed, Pyrrha wrapped her legs around Jaune's waist.

Jaune was also overwhelmed by the sensations washing over him. He was aware that Pyrrha was undoubtedly one of the top three most gifted athletes in the world. The iron vice-like lock of her powerful legs was further proof. It was also drawing Jaune deeper into Pyrrha than he could imagine. The warmth and friction was incredible.

"I..." Pyrrha managed to force out between her moans and gasps.

She was close, Jaune could tell. He increased the frequency and power of each thrust. A crescendo was building, but the lovers couldn't quite get over the edge.

"I have a plan," Jaune announced. Through a complicated procedure that likely violated several laws of physics, the still entangled lovers managed to stand. Jaune didn't quite mean to slam Pyrrha against the wall, but the yelp of pleasure and the pull of his hair showed the Invincible Girl wasn't put off by the force and near-violence in the act. The simple act drove Jaune over the edge. He was acting as a man possessed.

Pyrrha's dam broke The vision fled her eyes in a cascade of white. Feeling receded before a tsunami of rawest heat. "I love you! I love you!"

The power behind Pyrrha's orgasm could not have broken her physical hold over Jaune soon enough. It was nothing less than a miracle that Jaune managed to pull out before he erupted. The lovers slipped to the ground and simply held each other close.

"Did you mean it or did you mean it?" Jaune asked quietly as Pyrrha snuggled into his bare chest.

"More than you can imagine," Pyrrha reveled in a near whisper.

"I dunno," Jaune said teasingly. "Considering I feel the same, I'd wager I can imagine pretty well..."

Pyrrha only responded with a kiss. After roughly an hour of quiet companionship, the pair slipped away. Jaune lingered for a few moments. He made it halfway down the hall before he was confronted by CRDL.

"You saved our lives so we owe you one," Cardin Winchester declared. "That means we won't kick your ass for waking us up and rubbing the fact you're nailing Pyrrha Freaking Nikos in our faces."

"Uh...would you believe me if I said it just sort of happened and we weren't planning on it?" Jaune hazarded.

Dove snorted. "If I had a girl that gorgeous and a spot of above your room, I'd be doing just what Cardin suggested!"

'That's because you all are assholes...' Jaune thought.

"Well, I promise that it wasn't on purpose." Jaune pounded his chest in emphasis.

"Just don't do that again there."

The Arc was all too happy to half-heartedly reply in order to escape. Jaune groaned as his tired and very sore muscles protested the climb back to his section of the dorms. Pausing at floor number three, JNPR's leader heard a very familiar clapping. He slowly turned his head to see his second least favorite team standing in their door clapping.

"Dude, you're some kind of genius wizard," Pierre declared.

"Yeah," Nefritis interjected. "You have to be using some kind of black magic to be pulling off that."

Ery punched his palm. "When I'm right, I'm right!"

"Shut up Ery, we aren't going to give you credit for that," Kobe snidely added.

As Ery and Kobe started to bicker...again, Jaune had one simple reaction. "God damn it, PNKE!"

Author's Note: New chapter, hoozah!

First off, this chapter was focused on the Knightshade and Arkos sides of the Darkos triangle. Next chapter...well...there's one of the component pairings that hasn't gotten some one-on-one time isn't there?

But onto the important stuff! The Glorious Slackers, Deviants, and General Jackasses that are Team PNKE (Pancake) aka Team Hivemind. If Beacon Academy is Philadelphia, Team PNKE is the crew at Paddy's Irish Pub.

That's right, it's Always Sunny at Beacon Academy. So, let's meet your saviors...eh...who am I kidding, the only things Team PNKE can save are memes and porn off the Internet...

Pierre Grislac: Color invoked is Grey. Pierre's Semblance is the Gamer! Problem is...he only gets a D&D style character sheet as an overlay and since PNKE are basically the NPCs, we get like 1XP for everything. Much like the rest of PNKE...his Feats and buffs are fairly useless. To expand...if PNKE is Level 3, the main cast is somewhere around level 32. Pierre's weapon is a Partisan (French polearm with barbs on the side that have the points pointing towards the target) that can transform into a Sniper Rifle named Susanne. Physically pretty average and unassuming. [Lord Farsight's character]

Nefritis Kinitro: Color invoked is Green. Nefritis is the actually the "leader" of Team PNKE. (Damn it PNKE, you can't even get the order in your name right!) PNKE being a quasi-anarchist collective of complete assholes, Nefritis has no actual power in the team. Nefritis is a Chameleon Faunus. He has a Chameleon tail that he keeps hidden in his pants. Has a tendency to expose his tail when embarrassed or annoyed...which happens a lot given he's on Team PNKE. The rest of the team jokes that given how he gets red when his tail comes out he has two Faunus traits. Also, we yell "Keep it in your pants man!" to egg him on further. His Semblance is that he can create Black Light. His weapons are a perfectly standard longsword and a military grade bullpup Assault Rifle that Ery got him 'for a birthday gift'. Said Assault Rifle has no serial numbers and is somehow COMPLETELY LEGITIMATELY registered in Nefritis's name. The sword's name is Clementine. In addition to his Faunus nature, Nefritis is slightly overweight.[Nexus Bladeguard's character]

Kobe: Is a complete buuuuuuum and doesn't need a bio. Wait...he does? Damn it, fine! Color invoked is black. Kobe's Semblance is basically the Guardian skill from Elder Scrolls Online. Basically, he can absorb damage others takes. Luckily for PNKE, Kobe has the largest Aura reserves of the entire team by a solid margin. Unluckily for PNKE, this is Team PNKE. Kobe rarely uses it to help his team. PNKE being the shallow fucks we are, he'll play the noble Martyr with his Semblance for a pretty girl. Physically, about 6 feet tall and keeps his hair shaved into a fade most of the time. His weapon is a Riot Shield and a nightstick that can turn into a handgun he has named Salvation and Order. [Dreadknight N7's character]

Ery Sipela: Is God's Gift to Remnant, a shi...[Rest of the Hivemind throws stuff at Solvdrage]Fine! Bums! The lot of you! Color invoked is orange. Ery's Semblance is very very very very limited foresight. As seen in the chapter, he gets a one second heads-up into what a Grimm is going to do. With people, he gets to see their most embarrassing conscious and/or unconscious currently held thoughts. His Semblance does not force him to shout out what he 'overhears', but he's a member of PNKE and thus a jackass. So he wants to. Physically...average. Curly brown hair with a beard. His weapon is a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat that is also a shotgun named Lucille. And She. Is. Awesome. [Solvdrage's character]

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Oh, before I forget! Next chapter is actually the finale! That's right y'all! Solvdrage is going to finish a multichapter fic! [Solvdrage Fails to Update Ever Again. "Always Sunny" theme plays]