Glad that people are interested in seeing how this will go. I have to admit, one of the questions I had writing the first chapter is that if people would even be interested in reading this. Thank you guys for answering my questions.

I also looked through the reviews and saw that some people were already suggesting ideas for Servants, and sorry to say, but I already have ideas for which Servants I'm going to use.

With that said, enjoy this huge block of exposition and the introduction of the servants, most of them at least.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or the Fate series.

Sun Wukong had been pretty inquisitive as a child.

From the day that he arrived at that little orphanage in Vacuo, Sun's nature drove him to seek out any information about anything that interested him. If something latched onto his desire, no matter what, he would eventually be driven to pursue and understand it. Whether that meant slogging through any relevant books in the library, to active observation in the field, if Sun had interest in it, he would gladly jump through hoops, flaming or not.

On some cases, it had served him well. Once, the orphanage had a movie night and one of the movies shown was a martial arts film. Sun was enthralled by it, and eventually strove to emulate it. Eventually, his love of martial arts translated into actual fighting ability, and he soon went to Mistral to harness that talent. It would be there that he would meet Neptune, Sage, and Scarlet, the best guys a guy could ask to be on his team.

On the other hand, this nature had gotten him into plenty of trouble. Sun, when he was fully indulged in this mood, completely threw out any notions of what was socially acceptable. And when that happened, some incidents stand out more than others.

Sun had forgotten that one girl still had a restraining order against him, and to use his textbook money to pay for the charges.

Point is, his curious nature got him in trouble before. Looking for a place to hide and sleep for the night, he had found the specific shipping container that he had been staying in. It was only after the he turned on the flashlight that he had...borrowed from one of the crew members that he found out what the musty smell was.

Books, a whole lot of books. Normally, Sun would have groaned when he saw that he was in the 'boring crate' if one book cover hadn't caught his eye. He wasn't sure what it was but there was something about it that just called out to him. Sun figured he had time and cracked it open.

What was inside...

Servants...

Command Seals...

The Holy Grail War... and what awaited the victor at the end of it all...

Laying the book aside, Sun laid down on the crate that he had been sitting on and stared up at the ceiling of the container, staring at the blank command seals on his hand. According to what the book told him, he had a long time before 2:00 am, the time most ideal for summoning a servant, and involving himself in this...war.

"So many questions, and I doubt that I can get the answers from this book." Sun thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes.

Why was he chosen for this? What would happen if he decided he didn't want to join in this thing? Apparently, there were six other 'masters' out there, and considering the prize that was at stake, it was stupid to assume that they would be as chill as him over this. Would they just kill him just because he happened to have this seal on his hand?

Even if he decided to get in on this thing, the idea of Servants... Heck, even the idea of a Throne of Heroes, that if you were cool enough in life, you got to ascend this magical holy place, it just threw him for a loop. Still, what kind of hero would he call down from it, and what would they be like?

"I hope we get along... If I decide I'm going through with this."

And another thing, a wish for anything, anything at all? What would he do with a wish like that? Heck, what would anyone else do with a wish like that? Maybe he should wish for a lifetime supply of bananas for the heck of it.

"GAH!" Sun rubbed his head as the sheer weight of everything just fell on him, before throwing his arms up in the air just for the minimal release they could give. His arms now falling limp, Sun sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

"Maybe I just need to sleep on this. Maybe I'll wake up and find that this is just some really crazy dream that I just can't pinch myself out of."

Yet sleep eluded Sun as his mind went wild, taunting his brain with what-ifs and maybes, to the point that Sun opened his eyes. Sitting up, he fumbled for the flashlight and turned it on, before looking for where he had placed the book. Grabbing it, he began to flip through the pages, his eyes now searching for specific information.

"Alright, so if I wanted to summon my guy, what do I need to do?" he whispered to himself,

though it seemed like he was also pleading with the book.

"I mean, it's not like I'll be meeting those people soon, right?"

For the 30th time that day, Junior sighed as he downed another shot of whiskey. Life, at this point in time, was just disappointing, depressing and disheartening. All he had to do nowadays was to look over the broken shell that was the Club, his club and the various henchmen that was working hard to try to get it back into presentable shape.

And that was the thing, there was the rub. Apparently, so much damage had been done that even three months after...her visit, the Club was still not ready to be opened. Just the thought made him pour another shot of the emptying bottle.

To think it had all started when...Blondie showed up. Junior registered the sound of the glass shattering in his hand and the alcohol splashing all over him. Looking down at the liquid dotting his shirt and vest, he shook his head.

Screw this, he thought, leaping over the bar as he started to drink straight from the bottle.

"It's too early in the morning to be drinking, Junior. You should stop doing that." Melanie Malachite said as she appeared by his side with the tone of voice that said that she didn't care less. Or maybe she did and that was just how Melanie talked.

"You should also try to keep breaking the shot glasses to a minimum, we might have to start buying new sets." Miltiades 'Miltia' Malachite commented, appearing on his other side, with the same kind of tone that her sister had.

...Maybe it was just the way that they are.

"Hey, it's fine, it's fine." Junior waved them off as he looked at one group of his henchmen trying to repair the glass planes on the higher windows he crashed through. One of them stood on top of a ladder next to the window, one was at the bottom of the ladder holding it steady, while another one was handing off the panels. As one panel was handed off, the henchman had to reach for the panel. His hand twitched as he struggled to reach for it. Unbeknownst to that one, he tipped the ladder over, the ladder falling over on the one holding the glass panels. The sound of smashing glass made his eye twitch.

As the henchman at the top tried to assist his friend, he forgot about the henchman at the bottom, who was still holding on it like an idiot. The ladder began to tip back, and trap that henchman under the spokes. Realizing their friend's predicament, they went over and lifted the ladder so that the henchman under could move. He instead moved too quickly, knocking the ladder over again.

The sound of breaking glass made his eye twitch more.

All of his henchmen looked nervous as they waited to see their boss' reaction to this latest setback. Miltia and Melanie shared a look before moving a step to the side, allowing Junior a little more space. Then Junior closed his eyes, and took a deep breath as he stopped his body shaking.

The relief from the henchmen was palatable.

Then Junior screamed as he threw the bottle of alcohol to his now designated bottle throwing wall.

"MONTY FUCKING OUM! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS! FIRST WAS BLONDIE, WHO MADE YOU ALL LOOK LIKE EASY PICKINGS OUT THERE. THEN I HEAR THAT YOU GUYS WERE STOPPED BY SOME GIRL IN A RED CAPE FROM ROBBING A SMALL TIME DUST STORE. AND NOW, I BET THE REASON THAT THE CLUB IS TAKING SO LONG TO OPEN AGAIN IS BECAUSE OF STUPID FUCKING SHIT LIKE THIS!"

The henchmen were glad that Blondie had broken Junior's Bat/Missile Launcher, because it was clear if he had it, he would be using it on them right now.

"SERIOUSLY, I SHOULD JUST FALL DOWN A RANDOM SHAFT AND JUST SAVE MYSELF THE EMBARASSMENT OF KNOWING THAT YOU GUYS ON MY PAY -

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

What tirade he was going on was stopped suddenly, as the dance floor that Junior had been stomping on had broken through and left Junior falling into the dark. Everyone crowded around the hole and listened for the impact. As they heard it, silence had reached over the group, before one random henchman called.

"BOSS! You alright?"

Silence greeted them at first, before Junior responded, his abused throat making it that people had to strain their ears.

"...I guess I am now..."

Junior blinked as his eyes tried to adjust to the lack of light around him. Breathing in, Junior choked on the dust in the air and coughed furiously. Cracking the cricks in his back, he looked around at what seemed like a pretty area. Junior grimaced.

"What the heck? I thought the last owners said that there was nothing under this building."

Junior looked up at the lone square of light coming down, and shouted up at the henchman.

"Hey, someone get me a rope and a flashlight for me, and someone make a note for me to make sure that the people who sold me this building know the penalty for misleading a Xiong!"

As the henchmen scrambled to get Junior what he wanted, Melanie and Miltia jumped down to join and looked around.

"Hmph, spacious." Melanie commented, looking like she wasn't even affected by the dust.

"We could probably put this as a separate part of the club, we were missing an exclusive wing to the Club." Miltia commented, her eyes tracing the edges of the room.

...Seriously, where or when in the hell he hired these girls?

"Boss! Incoming!" Looking up, Junior stood stock-still as the flashlight landed on his face. Twitching for a bit, he took the flashlight and nodded.

"Thank you and be sure to hold down that rope." He said as he turned the flashlight on, turning around from the henchmen that were sliding down the rope. Satisfied he wasn't hearing his men fall to the ground, he illuminated the room with the flashlight. Then he blinked as he saw the room, or more importantly what it contained.

Books. A lot whole of books, piles upon piles of books, some towers as tall as he was. In the middle of the room, a single wooden desk sat, a single book lying on it. As he walked closer to it, he heard one of his henchmen shout.

"BOSS! These books look like pre-Remnant!"

Turning around, he glared at the henchman.

"Are you sure?"

The henchman nodded as he came near with one book in hand and opened it up, revealing words that Junior barely recognized.

" What is this supposed to be?" Junior asked.

"Well, this book was written in English, a pre-Remnant language that some scholars are claiming is the main basis for our own language and alphabet." The henchman said as he flipped through the pages.

"Uh-huh..." Junior said as he rubbed his chin, eyeing the books. "How much do you think people will pay for this stuff?"

The henchman looked around, mirroring his boss. "I say you've stumbled onto a gold mine here, boss. Museums and private collectors will pay through the nose to get anything they think is from pre-Remnant era."

Junior smiled as a glint entered his eyes. "Alright, grab everything you can, and try not to destroy anything, understood?"

"Understood." The henchman nodded as he returned to the rest of the group to relay Junior's orders. Putting the rest of the room out of his mind, he picked the book on the desk and looked it over, from the cover, to the spine. For it to be separate from the rest of the books, what did it contain? Junior opened it up to a random page and held the flashlight to it.

Staring at the page, he looked over his shoulder.

"Hey, someone come over here and shine their light on this book."

As one of his henchmen walked over, Junior bit on the finger of his glove and pulled it off his hand. As the light illuminated the page again, Junior held his hand up to the page, or more specifically, the diagram on it.

"Son of a gun..." Junior whispered, as he looked at the tattoo on his hand to the tattoo on the hand drawn up on the page.

The diagram was labeled 'Command Seals.'

Staring at the book in his hands, he closed it before tucking it under his arm. After everything else in this room was sorted he could take another look at this book.

For now, it looked like his henchmen somehow managed to start a small fire.

Another hard day pinching people off to make do with their lives, Emerald thought to herself as she walked into the abandoned warehouse that was her home. Stretching her back and hearing some satisfactory cracks, she opened the door. There, sitting at the lone table sat Mercury kicking his feet on it as he counted the stolen wallet money.

"Pretty good haul?" Emerald asked as she sat at the table and threw her share of stolen wallets on the table. Mercury nodded as he took his feet off, sitting back in his chair.

"Yeah, I think we can even afford that chocolate you like, Emmy." Mercury said with a grin as he tossed the Lien to the middle of the table.

"Sure, let's just save what we got and go get takeout." Emerald said dryly as she laid out her day's earnings.

"Come on, Emmy. Live a bit, you're always so anxious about the future and what-ifs and maybes... Learn to live in the now sometime."

Emerald nodded. "Sage advice, Merc, probably would mean a lot more if you even had a sense of money responsibility."

Mercury huffed. "I'm plenty responsible..."

The dark-skinned girl groaned. "You once spent your lunch money on comic books...and you can barely read."

"So? I do not regret it one bit, the pictures were pretty." Mercury replied. Emerald groaned, before noticing something near Mercury's feet.

"What's that?" Emerald asked, pointing at the box that was near Mercury's feet. He looked down, and with a look of realization, realized that it was there in the first place, grabbed it and laid it on the table.

"Well, when I was out, a truck had stalled and whoever was driving it left the back open so I came in, grabbed what I could and here it is." Mercury said as he opened it up. "Though the only in here are these dusty books. Not too many pictures..."

Emerald looked inside before grabbing one book and looking over it, before sighing. "I think you might have wasted your energy, Merc. How can we even pawn this stuff?"

Mercury smirked as he plucked the book from Emerald's grasp and looked it himself. His smirk got wider.

"Yeah, it does look kinda worthless, but check this out, Emmy. I was looking through this stuff and I came across this." Opening the book and flipping through the pages, he pointed to one page.

Emerald's eyes widened as she looked at it, before looking at the tattoo on her hand.

"Looks pretty similar, right? Do you know what it says on the page?" Mercury said as he handed the book to her. Emerald took it and looked over the words, her want of knowledge racking through the text.

"If you are reading this, son, then you have found the command seals on your hand. This means what our family has been hoping for the past 60 years,"

Emerald heard Mercury whistle but she paid no attention and continued.

"Another chance at the Holy Grail, and another chance at that one wish..." Every other word on the page turned to scribbles as Emerald allowed herself to comprehend that last sentence.

"...That's impossible. Mercury, there is no way that this is real...there's just no way. This has to be a fake..." Emerald shook her head, letting the paper slip from her hands. Mercury's eyes widened before he dove for it, catching it before it hit the ground. Turning it around, he pointed at it with his finger.

"What do you mean, it's fake? You don't know where that," Mercury pointed to the red tattoos on her hand. "Came from, and I don't know where that came from. This thing knows where it came from so that's a point in its favor."

Emerald leaned back, still looking unsure. Mercury got off his chair and walked around the table. Reaching her, he lowered himself until he was looking at her eye level.

"Emerald, this is it, this could be our ticket to a good life, to something beyond...THIS!" He gestured all around him, at the abandoned warehouse, at the stolen goods that were lying on the table, to their clothes that despite their care, still seemed shabby and something that street urchins like them would wear.

Emerald stared at Mercury.

"And if it is fake?"

Mercury looked down at the ground, before looking back up, something lighting up in his eyes. Emerald blinked, at the fact that for the first time in a while, Mercury actually looked like he actually cared about something.

"It's worth a shot, Emerald. It's worth a shot."

She gave a sigh as she wiped her face, feeling her hands slide down the flesh of her face.

"So we're going to war, huh?"

Mercury nodded, smirking.

"What, you thought I would leave you hanging after all we been through?"

Now it was Emerald's turn to smirk.

"Well..."

Mercury's smirk dropped as he shoved the letter back into Emerald's hands.

"Shut up."

Neo had to admit, as much of a unsightly thing that her target had been, he sure had quite the collection of artifacts and other rare and exotic things.

She had gotten a contract from some rival collector of such things, to kill the man and take something that belonged to him, something that the target had taken great pains to hide, and what the contractor desperately wanted. Still, the contracter himself was so unsightly, she hoped that one would be stupid enough to make a enemy that would gladly call a contract on him.

All in all, she was prepared to slide in, slide her blade through the disgusting man's chest, and slide out. It was supposed to be simple. A simple job from a simple man to kill another man that simply had more than him.

Evidently not, as she made sure to wipe the blood from the small cut that the collector managed to make with the antique sword. Apparently, the man was a bit more skilled that she had thought. She glared at the corpse of the man who had dared tried, wiping the blood off her blade on his clothes before putting in back into her parasol.

Still, she had done her work, and the contractor would be happy with her work, yet there was something here that was calling to her, something made her pause. Looking around, she noticed that the man had managed to evade her until the study, which is grating to her considering that there was only one stairway in the whole household. Turning back to the man, she tilted her head as she saw his hand extended towards the bookcase.

Was there something important here, like was there a hidden compartment behind this bookcase? Walking to the bookcase, she scanned the bookshelves until she came across one book spine that was just a bit to...ordinary for her. Grabbing it, she tried to pull it out, only for her to hear a click and the bookshelf slide away.

Really, this was the secret hiding place? Neo shook her head at just how cliche it all was.

Looking inside, she blinked as she only saw the secret compartment to be filled with some books and papers that were looked like they were browning with age. Was this supposed to be his greatest treasure, Neo thought to herself as she took a book from the compartment? Was this supposed to be what the contractor was after, she thought to herself as she took a look at it with a discerning eye.

She supposed one look at it couldn't hurt, she decided as she cracked the book open to a random page. Then she blinked as she looked at the image that was transcribed on it. Looking at it, she quickly took off her glove to compare it. Looking it and the image on the page, she looked at the book with new eyes. Sitting down on the nearby chair by the fireplace, she began to read.

As she devoured the words on the page that knowledge of what was happening filled her head, the smile that bloomed on her face widened, until her lips strained to conceal her teeth. To think that this was what the contractor was after, no doubt after the wish that the Holy Grail would grant, only for her to be the competitor. Oh, it was quite ironic.

Still, no doubt the contractor would demand for her to hand it over, or more so, even hire her to enter this war and win the grail for him. Her smile slouched into a frown as she thought of something pure as the Holy Grail falling into that grubby man's little hands. She looked down only to realize that her hands were clutching the book so hard, the spine was starting to crack.

Forcing herself to ease up, she took a few deep breaths. Looking at the other materials that were stuck in the compartment, she got up from the chair and took them, tucking them under her arm. Just as she was getting ready to go, she looked around the room, before settling on the fireplace.

Setting the safety screen aside, she took a burning piece of wood, before carelessly tossing it over her shoulder. She watched as the wood flew through the air, landing on the chair that she was just in. Almost immediately, the piece of furniture was set on fire, the flames starting to grow outward. She walked away away, unmindful of the inferno that the room was starting to become.

All her thoughts were consumed of what she planned to do to the contractor, and what she would do with such a wish.

Throughout Velvet's life, books have always been a comfort to her, being with her in a way that people couldn't, and after today, she certainly needed whatever comfort she needed.

"Stupid Cardin..." She sniffed as she rubbed her sore rabbit ears after Cardin seemed to spend the entire day just pulling her ears. Walking down the filled shelves of the library, she plucked book after book, creating a small pile in her arms. If only her team was here, then she bet Cardin wouldn't even try to mess with her.

Heck, just one teammate would probably be enough for Cardin and his gang. Fox would probably leave them bewildered at just how fast he kicked their asses, Yatsushi would just loom over them and they would be scared off, and Coco... Velvet smiled as she allowed herself to imagine how that would go, hopefully with Cardin limping off with bruising on his pride and other parts.

However, the small smile dropped at the thought that her team just wasn't here right now. Yatsushi had a family emergency, Fox was facing punishment for disciplinary issues and Coco, as much as she enjoyed hearing her talk, her talk had gotten her in trouble again. Even worse of all, she knew her team was the only thing that could talk to.

Despite talking to the faculty about her grievances with Cardin and his team, the most they ever seemed to get was a stern talking to and a warning. Yet, it seemed like the only thing that Cardin took away from it was to make his bullying more discreet, and away from the eyes of the teachers. Her fellow classmates didn't seem to notice or want to get in the way, and as far as she seen, the other faunus that she had seen didn't want to get involved.

Velvet was feeling alone, and felt the weight of her ears immensely. It was times like these that she wished she had done what Blake Belladonna had did. Oh, she had noticed, the little twitches that her black bow did every so often, there was clearly something hiding under it. She didn't begrudge her though, clearly she hadn't wanted to deal with what she was currently going through.

Setting the pile of books on the table, she took the first one and was about to open it up, when she noticed that one door had been left open. She wouldn't have taken notice of it if she didn't spy what was inside. Setting the book down, she walked towards the open door and looked inside.

What she saw, made her struggle with herself.

'Oh, let's do it. Come on, looks like fun, Velv!' A voice that sounded suspiciously like Fox's whispered in her ear.

'Don't you do it, you are supposed to be the responsible one of the group...barring Yas.' Another voice that sounded like Coco whispered in her other ear.

She could already feel Yas' presence standing behind her, already accepting her decision.

Creeping carefully inside, Velvet began to look around the place. Whatever books were here, they looked old. Some even looked ancient, and Velvet found herself wondering how they even managed to retain their shape. She also got an idea for what exactly this place was.

Beacon served as many functions to the city of Vale than just a top-tier school for Hunter education. In many regards, Beacon also served as part of the community, albeit one that existed on a hill that was a bullhead away. This room probably was storage for some artifacts that the city of Vale thought that the staff of Beacon would be better to understand.

'Probably Professor Oobleck whenever he has the spare time.' Velvet idly thought to herself as she made to leave, to collide with a nearby bookshelf.

Quickly turning around, she paled as she saw that some of the materials were starting to come down. Quickly moving, she grabbed the falling books and papers out of the air and putting them into a pile in her arms. Looking back at the door, and seeing no one there sense her presence, she allowed herself to relax. Looking down at the materials, she began to put the materials back.

Then she looked at one piece of paper and blinked as she processed what she was seeing. On the page, there was a picture of a hand, with a tattoo on it, that looked kind of like hers. She looked at her hand, then at the picture again, before scanning the page. Looking up from it, she tried to remember where this particular page had fallen from.

Grabbing the materials from the shelf, she began to look through them. One part caught her attention and made everything else background noise. And at that moment, she felt happy. Summoning, could that at least mean a friend? Like a friend that could be with her always? She began to take note of everything, including the small window of opportunity to make the ritual the strongest.

Velvet quickly bounded from the room, intent on performing the ritual soon. Then she collided with someone.

Falling on her butt, she looked only to see Blake Belladonna shaking her head, a pile of books and papers surrounding.

"S-sorry..." Velvet said sheepishly, as she began to pick up her books. As Blake looked up, she nodded as she began to pick up her own books.

"That's alright, I probably should have seen you coming." Blake said looking at Velvet. Then she blinked as she spied the tattoo on her hand.

Soon, Velvet and Blake had their books in their arms, Velvet blushing as she looking away.

"So...I'll see you in class?" Blake said. Velvet looked up and nodded.

"Y-yeah." Then she ran off, running through the doors.

"Hmm...what's this?" Blake said as she looked through her books, taking note of one book that wasn't supposed to be there.

Ruby wouldn't be lying if she said that there were times that she felt smothered by Yang's overprotectediveness, if that was even a word.

It felt like if she had something, the blonde would prod, poke, and otherwise make sure that it wouldn't harm her. It would be alright if that wasn't the case for everything that Ruby wanted to do or try to do. Heck, at one point, Yang actually nearly tried to put her foot down about Ruby becoming a huntress.

Ruby had yet to find the trigger for whatever she got during that confrontation.

Still, she wished that her sister could just lay off and let her handle things, like this tattoo thing. One look, and her sister practically exploded, and over a little thing like this. It looked pretty cool, so what harm could it do? Sure, it appeared out of nowhere, but that was it. Yet Yang demanded that they go to the tattoo parlor to see if they could get it removed.

"FRICKING UNBELIEVABLE!" Yang fumed as the trio walked through the halls to get back to their dorm.

"Let it go, Yang." Weiss sighed as she rubbed her head, beginning to suffer through what she called a 'Yang-induced headache.'

"Did you even hear him? Oh, we're sorry, that's not a tattoo, and I don't think we can get it removed... What is it then? Did you two just get birthmarks or something?"

Weiss shrugged as she looked at her tattoo. "To be honest, I'm not even sure. It doesn't look like tattoo ink, it actually look like part of my skin just turned a different color. Other than that, I do think it's infectious."

"Still, we're going to the nurse, right now." Yang said as she began to walk towards the nurse's office. Weiss rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Yang, did you not hear what I said? Besides, we've been looking at every tattoo parlor, including the unsanitary ones. Need I remind you that we still have homework to do for Professor Port's class?"

"Weisssssssssssssssssss..." Ruby groaned. "Why did you have to remind me of that?"

"Well, someone has to be the responsible one on this team, and as far as I know, you two more or less made it me and Blake." Weiss glibly said as she opened the door to their dorm. As the three entered, Blake looked up from the book she was reading.

"So how did it go?" Blake asked. Yang rubbed her face as she sat next to her partner.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing." Yang groaned as she allowed the fatigue to leave her.

"Basically." Weiss commented as she looked through her books.

"Hey, Blake, what's that book? Looks pretty old."

Everyone turned to look at Blake's book, which did look like the ages had messed around with it.

"Yeah, I think it was Velvet's... Who I think has something like that too on her hand."

Yang perked up. "Really?"

"Great, we ask her tomorrow. We still have homework." Weiss said as she took out a piece of paper and sat at her desk. Yang groaned, before climbing up to her bunk.

"So why didn't you return Velvet's book?" Blake turned to look at Ruby as the red cloaked girl sat next to her. Then she looked down at Ruby's hand, before looking back at her book. Then she flipped through a few pages, before showing the diagram that she saw.

Ruby blinked before looking at her own tattoo, or 'command seal' as the book called it.

"Wha-" Then everyone turned to the door as someone knocked on it.

"I got it!" Ruby said as she used her semblance to speed towards the door. Opening it up, she looked outside.

"Umm...Hi." Velvet Scarlatina said, hands behind her back as she looked up from the ground. She was digging her heels into the ground.

"Hi, Velvet!" Ruby smiled as she opened the door wider, allowing the others in the dorm to see who it is, and for Velvet to see who was in. As she saw Blake with the book, she gasped, before sliding past Ruby. As she walked toward Blake, her hands reached out for the book. Only as she looked up at Blake to meet her gaze did she stop short. Her hands dropped down and her cheeks sported a pink hue.

"So this is your tattoo..."

Velvet eeped as she looked over at Weiss, who was studying the seal on Velvet's hand with a clinical eye, holding it in her hands. As the heiress rubbed her thumb on it, Velvet shivered and pulled it away. Weiss looked at her own seal and rubbed her.

"Velvet, when did you get that?" Weiss asked stepping a little closer, prompting Velvet to look down and escape the scrutinizing gaze.

"Yesterday, I just woke up with it. I don't remember getting it..." Velvet responded, hoping that the information was enough.

"Strange, other than the design, it is nearly the same. Would have thought that it would have been somewhat different."

Blake felt her ears prick at that. "What do you mean by that?"

Weiss shrugged. "Pretty sure something would have been different because of a faunus' physiology. I guess I was wrong."

Blake restrained herself before turning back to Velvet. "I'm guessing you want to use the ritual in this book?"

As Velvet shrugged, Weiss turned to Velvet, her eyebrow raised. "What ritual?"

While Velvet kept silent, Blake looked down at the book in her hands, before looking up.

"The ritual to summon a heroic spirit."

So this took over a month to write, including vacations and college starting. Man, so much set up...

Would anyone like to beta this?