Have you ever heard that (rather insensitive) joke that all old people know each other? Well, in a sense, it's very true, especially when it comes to teachers.
More specifically, Professors Chiron, and Ozpin, the men with only one name. Chiron and Ozpin had been in correspondence for what would be in Earth time, thousands of years, but was in Remnant, only twenty or so. Chiron spoke mostly about the heroes he trained, and he sent pictures of them in the envelopes (or in some cases, crates, for the more prehistoric photographs). His tales were long winded and generally somber, ending with a tragic death and a gorgeous young corpse, but the recent ones had become more...upbeat, one might say, and a single name began to stand out among the rest; Perseus, or more commonly, Percy.
The recent letters had gone along the lines of; sigh, you'll never believe what Percy did today, he saved the world again. Percy has defeated Kronos, Percy preserved Olympus. Percy this, Percy that! It was enough to drive a grown man batty, and so it did. Soon Ozpin began compiling a list of tortur- err, things that he would do to Chiron or his precious disciple should he ever see either of them, and then his chance arrived, in the form of another incessant, rambling missive. But this was different. This letter was rushed and muddled, but still properly worded, despite Ozpin's sinking feeling that this strange red ink was blood.
Esteemed Ozpin,
I am distressed to announce that Perseus has been banished from Camp Half-Blood. The powers 'on high' have determined him to be a threat to the safety of the other campers after a training accident recently took a turn for the near fatal. Perseus was sparring with an older camper who had survived the most recent wars, and he inadvertently stabbed the young lady with his blade, resulting in massive injuries. Though there was no loss of life, Perseus has been deemed a danger and has been provided with two options for continued survival, total submission to Olympus, an affable idea, seeing as Perseus thrives on rebellion. The second was immediate expulsion from Camp Half-Blood, and as unfortunate as this prospect is, it was for the best, especially now that Perseus has travelled the world and refined his skills to their maximum potential here on earth. I would request that you accept Perseus, or Percy as he pleads that I call him, into Beacon academy so that he may train beyond the edges of his restraint in his current position. Your acquiescence would be most appreciated and Percy will be more than capable of keeping up with the curriculum, despite whatever may arise. Please consider and respond as soon as convenient, and if inconvenient, respond anyway.
Humbly Yours,
-Chiron.
"As if I could refuse a request from Chiron, one of my oldest friends." Ozpin sighed emphatically, not noticing Glynda's stare, or at least bearing it no mind. "I need paper."
Chiron,
A student of yours is a student of mine, pardon my brevity, but time is of the essence, and there is panic spreading near and far in Remnant.
-Ozpin
"Glynda, could you please have this letter sent to the usual address?" Ozpin asked dismissively, mentally preparing obstacles and tortures for the 'great hero of the new age' as Chiron once said. Ozpin had seen the rise and fall of many a hero and he had no intentions of allowing this hero to simply become an afterthought after all of the effort that Chiron put into the boy. "He will be the best." Ozpin whispered eerily.
"Professor Ozpin." The secretary of the ground floor called up. "You have a visitor, shall I send him up?"
"Yes please." The professor replied, and after a pause he continued. "Also, Meredith, take tomorrow off, your throat is far too sore for you to work."
"Um...I-thank you sir." Meredith responded, clearing her throat.
"I assume you were entertained by the letter?" Ozpin asked, without turning around to even glance at Glynda as she walked in.
"Yes, I was." Glynda replied tersely, not bothering to ask how Ozpin knew. He always knew, it was disquieting.
"The Vytal Festival is in two days..." Ozpin muttered, his eyes scanning the schedule shown on his computer screen. "Perseus is going to be here tomorrow, but he can pose as an exchange student. If he's as good as Chiron says, he'll excel."
Chiron,
Percy Jackson has arrived, and will soon be assigned a new team, I have quite a few candidates in mind, and I know you'd like them, they're a group of teens with attitude, of which he'll be the fifth, if only Zordon were still here. I look forward to hearing from you again, Chiron-
"Professor Ozpin?" A rough, almost haggard voice asked. Ozpin looked up. Standing at the far end of his office was a man, both exerting an aura of power, but also of calm.
"You must be Mr. Jackson, I've heard a lot about you." Ozpin said mysteriously, his unnerving stare focused entirely on Perseus who looked like this sort of thing happened every day. Then Ozpin's eyes turned to his clock. "However, I was not expecting your arrival so soon."
"Please, just Percy, and err- Nightshade." Percy stated simply, interrupting Ozpin's eerie staring. Then, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling, he continued. "I'm loving the whole 'emerald-clockwork-post-modern' thing, very chic."
"Nightshade, hm?" Ozpin smiled eerily, his mind quickly changing trains. "I've heard from Chiron that you had a friend that went by that same name, and she died."
"I have many friends that have died." Perseus muttered, his eyes turning dark.
"Like Annabeth?" Ozpin suggested offhandedly.
Fear, pure fear, fear like a tidal wave erupted from his pores as he disappeared and reappeared, planted firmly on Ozpin's desk, the glow of his sword casting eerie shadows on Ozpin's face from it's position below his chin. The room had dimmed in the instant that Perseus had slipped out of reality temporarily.
Glynda waved her riding crop in her hand, but the magic was batted aside by the aura of space distorting power that Perseus exuded, even the hardened huntress wasn't confident that she could win a fight against the now steaming Perseus.
"You may not deign to speak my angel's name. The winds whisper that you have massacred thousands and your foolishness and my eyes detect an age that has led to the deaths of thousands more. You do not deserve to speak of her." The eyes that Perseus spoke of were currently glowing like Greek embers, smoking at their edges.
"I'm sorry Perseus, I truly am." Ozpin said, looking less repentant than piteous. "You loved her, and you lost her, I know how that feels."
Perseus stepped off of Ozpin's desk, his sword recapped now. Glynda still stood in the corner, coiled so tight that a violin string would be slouching by comparison. "I'm sorry as well, I'm learning to control myself, but you must know what it's like to lose the only person in your world."
"This outburst will not be overlooked." Glynda asserted, stepping forward, gathering herself to her full height. "And how did 'the wind' whisper of these things?"
"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Perseus asked, his gaze sharp.
"Professor Goodwitch." Glynda answered, her stomach in knots, staring down Perseus' endless eyes. "Glynda Goodwitch."
"It's nice to meet you, Glynda." Perseus said nonchalantly. Ozpin cleared his throat and looked between Perseus and Glynda and then toward the elevator.
"Chiron has sent you at a very inopportune time, our first years have already had teams formed, and cannot be broken up or added to, meanwhile, we're beginning to receive many visitors from other Academies. You will not be assigned a team, however, you will be assigned a partner for combat training and most class projects, and you will be posing as a student from Vacuo. As you were hopefully informed, you are to be tested upon initiation into my Academy, and will be graded by this test, determining your sponsor team, however, only you and Ms. Goodwitch will know about this test, to the others, it is merely an appraisal of your skill."
"Ozpin, you can't be seriously considering going through with this?" Glynda interrupted. Perseus shot her a look and then looked to the Headmaster.
"Sounds fun."
The elevator ride thereafter was and tense, and ended much too slowly for some. Percy shoved his fists into his pockets and let his eyes wander in wonderment, Percy hadn't been in a city like this before, and he was enjoying it more than he thought he would. Meanwhile, Ozpin, and Glynda stepped purposefully in the direction of a large building vaguely reminiscent of a church in Perseus' mind.
"So, this is Beacon Academy?" Percy asked to himself. He turned on the ball of his foot and did a full three-sixty, checking the entire place out before spotting a group of eight people headed in the same direction as them. One person stuck out in particular to Perseus, a tall blonde girl with wild and untamable curly hair. "Which building is the fighting in?"
"The fighting will not be done yet, we'll be meeting in the Amphidrome. You'll be expected there in five minutes. You'll be tested in Ms. Goodwitch's class, and you would be wise to arm yourself, you will be facing great trials." Ozpin smiled mysteriously, his voice flat.
"The actual fighting will be several miles away. You'll be flying there after the announcement." This caused Percy to sigh, muttering under his breath.
"I hate flying."
As Percy continued to mope, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming feat of patience, he lost focus as he remembered the last time he had flown, as Blackjack splattered against the ground, and he was hurled through the underbrush. He felt a tear well up in his eye as he remembered why he was here…
Then he felt his world shift and he was on his back, staring up at a bubbly ginger haired girl wearing a strange black corset that continued along to her shoulders like a vest, and a white shirt with a heart-shaped hole near her cleavage. She smiled down at him and he responded in kind, though hesitantly, still getting over his sudden dip into unpleasant memories. As the ginger helped him up, he looked to see a group of seven others around him.
"You must be a transfer student!" The white haired girl with the scar on her eye asked.
"I suppose I must be?" He asked sassily, quickly rebounding from his slump.
"I'm Ruby!" The short caped girl piped up, smiling openly.
"Nora!" The ginger girl introduced herself.
"I'm Ren, it's a pleasure to meet you." The quiet long haired boy with the pink streak said calmly, bowing in greeting.
"Did you dye your hair like that? Very rebellious, I approve!" Perseus said in an attempt to break the ice.
"Um, I'm Jaune." The blonde, awkward boy said timidly. "And this is Pyrrha."
"Hello!" The tall, redheaded girl responded brightly.
"I'm Yang, this is Weiss and Blake."
"Hi..." Perseus' voice trailed off as he gazed longingly at Yang's hair, so reminiscent of his Wise Girl's. "I- ahem! I like your hair, you look really familiar."
"You certainly have a way with words." She deadpanned, smiling dryly, placing her hand on her hip. "And this is Weiss." She pointed to the white haired girl, her smile beginning to warm. "And Blake." She pointed to the black haired girl happily.
"I suppose that wasn't the best way to introduce myself?" Perseus asked frowning shyly.
"So, where do you hail from?" The white haired girl asked. Faux politeness hiding her curiosity. "What combat school do you come from?"
"You think I haven't worked hard to get here?" Perseus asked, he was smiling, but it wasn't a kind smile, it was the kind of smile you give to a child asking foolish questions. Weiss opened her mouth to respond, but Percy interrupted her. "I've fought for my life for years. I fought and killed my first monster barehanded when I was twelve, and from that day onward, it's gotten harder!" His voice crescendoed into a yell, before it quieted again. "So please, don't talk to me about earning anything."
"No, I mean, where are you from?" Weiss asked, more defensive, causing Percy's eyes to widen and him to look around guiltily. He smiled hesitantly and opened his mouth.
"You killed it barehanded?" Jaune began, but Percy simply slumped over.
"I- uh, yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, or sound too proud." Just as he said this, the bell rang on top of the building that still looked like a church to Perseus.
The entire group's eyes went wide. As the group began to hurry, Perseus eyed the weapons of the group and pointed at Ruby. "Is that a gun?"
"Yes…" Ruby said, pulling it out before, with a flick of her wrist, the weapon's shaft extended and the blade whirred into place. "It's also a scythe." Percy nodded and smiled at her.
"I want one." Percy whispered simply, staring in awe as he examined the weapon. "If I examine it, do you promise to not decapitate me?"
"I would never do that!" Ruby stated quickly, her eyes wide.
"I'm joking! But I would like to examine it." Perseus asked with another of those 'not happy' smiles that made people think twice about him. He ran his hand along the flat of the blade and smiled at the design before moving toward the shaft and finally to the trigger mechanism. "This is a beautiful machine, I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do with it."
The Amphidrome was impressive. Perseus had to admit that he was thoroughly mesmerized by the architecture, despite his usual apathy about such things. "You all are probably wondering why you were called here in the middle of your classes. Well, let your wandering minds wonder no more. we have an assembly of new transfer students that I'm pleased to introduce you to. One particular student is the star pupil of a close friend of mine, his name is Percy Nightshade, and it is our duty to introduce him to the way that Beacon works."
Professor Ozpin stepped away from the podium and Glynda stepped up towards it, clearing her throat and speaking into the mic. "Today, all of the first and second year students are going to be performing a training exercise called The Gauntlet. This exercise will be held in the emerald forest, and is a test of teamwork, skill and strength. The exact rules will be provided to your scrolls upon arrival at the location, however, know this, this exercise is extremely dangerous, and if you do not perform at the peak of your abilities, you will not only fail, you will die." She took a step back and Ozpin returned to the microphone.
"And with that being said, good luck, and happy hunting."
"So, that's his weapon?" Cardin asked his team, looking scornfully at Perseus, sitting calmly across from him. Perseus scrounged through his bag and smiled occasionally, moving things around and then searching some more. "Wanna bet it's like that bunny-girl's weapon? That stupid box?"
"Totally." Sky responded, laughing along with all of Team CRDL. "This'll be fun, knocking this 'star pupil' around."
As Team CRDL contemplated this, a very uncomfortable looking faunus walked past them, looking around cautiously for a seat. "You need a place to sit?" Perseus asked. She looked at him shocked, he didn't look like anyone she recognized, but she hadn't been at the briefing. "Go ahead and sit here."
"Thank you." She responded quietly, he smiled and nodded, standing up for her to sit down. "I'm Velvet, of Team CFVY."
"Coffee?" Perseus asked, leaning back until he accidentally bumped into a dark haired girl wearing a brown beret with a thin coil of hair hanging beside her dark glasses. "Hi…"
"Hey Velvet, this guy bothering you?" The girl asked, eyeing Perseus suspiciously. Velvet shook her head vehemently and the girl calmed down. "I'm Coco."
"Perseus. I'm a transfer student." He smiled and stuck his hand out to shake, but Coco just looked him over until the airship suddenly lurched, nose down.
As the airship came to a stop, Perseus stepped out first and looked down at the strange contraption that they called a scroll here, and looked it over, pressing the button and seeing the map show up, showing him where he was and where the airship was on a topographical map, along with lots of bright lights inside the airship. Finally, a single word showed up on the scroll, one he could read, even with his dyslexia, a strange feat. Imagine a giant game of tag, and three teams are it and trying to tag you, your standing will be determined not only by combat, but by evasion. Good Luck.
"Run...I can do that." He frowned thoughtfully and looked around, spotting some dense shrubbery just ahead. "Yeah, I can definitely do that." Then, just as he was about to close his scroll, a timer showed up, reading five hours. Evade capture for five hours…?
He began to run, and soon, the teams from the airship were doing the same, chasing him. He leapt into the forest and ducked into the bushes as two teams passed him, heading west. He stared up into the sky and saw the moon and thought to himself. What would Artemis do?
Win.
"That's easy for you to say…" He retorted to himself, until he caught a bird fluttering and land beside him, dropping a daisy by his knee. "Okay, I'm going to take that as a sign."
As Perseus stepped out of the bushes, he noticed that his footsteps had suddenly become much quieter, and his breathing was hushed and steady. His eyes were sharper, and his surroundings began to slow down. He stopped right in the middle of the clearing as he heard a loud, guttural growling coming from the tree line. "Shit."
He leapt to the side as a huge paw swung right through where he just was, but as he jumped to the side, he was already reaching into his bag, grabbing at whatever weapon was handy, which happened to be a sawn off shotgun. He fired off two rounds into the huge bear beast and watched as it stumbled back in surprise, staring down at the huge hole that now gaped in its chest. "Ha! Suck it!" He stuck the gun back in his bag and smiled proudly, turning to face four smiling teens wearing various types of armor and clothing. "You too?" They drew their weapons and he frowned. "Of course."
The four attacked in tandem, swinging melee weapons at Perseus with efficiency and grace that spoke of blood, sweat and tears poured into training. Percy weaved in and out of their range, occasionally having to slam to the ground and roll between his opponents' legs to stay fighting. Finally after a series of delaying tactics and evasion techniques, fatigue set in. There was no time to delay anymore, Perseus had to step it up.
A sudden squeal from the woods drew the huntsmen's attention as they turned to face the boarbatusk. The hog charged at the group of five, causing them to scramble out of its path. While the beast rolled past, Perseus drew a simple fist sized object out of his bag, pulling the pin and running for it. I'm sorry. He thought morosely as he ran away from the concussive blast behind him.
He never found this out, but the concussion blast from his grenade killed the boarbatusk as he was confident it would, but it also left the team with a roaring migraine and a hesitance that wouldn't go away for a while.
Perseus looked around and began to run towards the cliffs in the distance. As he ran, he began to notice a faint scent of roses that followed him around, but occasionally, he'd see a rose petal, so he'd just ignore it as simply the wind. Soon, he hit more obstacles, and he could hear someone following him, so he took a few breathes, closed his eyes, and looked deep into the woods and allowed his feet to do the work. He leapt over shrubs, across small streams, rolled under fallen trees and low branches and kept his head down, his eyes forward, and his ADHD in complete control, until he saw her again. The girl had introduced herself as Yang, but he could only see his Annabeth when he looked at her, her hair and her general form, along with her fair skin and strong, but gentle features. He drew a rifle from his bag and fired off two shots and blew the brains out of two of the bears, causing them to collapse, and the blonde to look around in confusion after she had finished with the third of the bears, but by then, Perseus was long gone again.
The game continued for a while this way. Perseus kept moving, using the path of most resistance because he was sure he was being followed. Occasionally, Percy would stop and listen, but the blessing was wearing off. His legs felt like lead and it was beginning to get dark. Ozpin watched the entire game with mounting interest, Perseus would soon acclimate to Remnant's Mythos. The atmosphere around the entire planet constricted abilities to within perceivable limits. Magic was a nearly foreign concept within this world, and someone observing the use of magic would raise not only suspicion, but also encourage those lurking in shadows of civilization. The White Fang, the unsavory anarchist criminal sects, like Torchwick, and those with-...darker motives.
Ozpin just hoped that Perseus would be so cooperative.
Percy had no plans to follow those rules, it just wasn't in his nature.
The roses made sense soon though, it was a certain red-head's semblance. Ruby had been following Percy from a distance and had called for backup, and soon, Blake was on Perseus' tail as well, running alongside a pair of copies, prepared to cut Perseus off at any pass they could find. Meanwhile, another red-head, coming from another direction, was also just as prepared to cut off the ebony haired warrior.
Then the fecal matter made temporary conflict with the rotating oscillator, and they became rather well acquainted…
Jaune had the worst luck in the world, it was a well known fact, but he didn't want to accept it, he just hoped that he was coincidentally...involved. Percy and Jaune collided, quite spectacularly, and Percy flew forward a few yards, while Jaune rolled to a quick stop mere feet away. Then the two redheads attacked, and Blake and Jaune covered the flanks, making sure Perseus didn't run. Perseus' eyes scanned the forest around him, and discovered himself cornered. "Fuck."
"Please come peacefully. I don't want to harm you." Perseus looked around, spotting oncoming backup, and frowned. He put his hands in the air and sighed, until suddenly he felt something hard and sharp hit him in the chest and he lurched over, heaving. He looked down at his chest and noticed something sticking out of his stomach. An arrow. He stood up straight and growled in pain, rolling his shoulders as his shirt began to get warm and stick to his chest. He rolled his shoulders once and jerked the arrow out in one tug. The pain nearly made him collapse, but he stayed standing, despite the black spots dancing in his vision. He took a ragged breath and reached into his bag with a firm image in his mind. Backbiter. "I surrendered, and then you shot me, that's dishonorable. If you forsake honor, then so shall I."
His hand sank into the bag, and he felt the ambient heat sink into his skin as he gripped the hilt of the blade that had mocked his dreams for years. He pulled it out of the bag and a savage grin lit up his face. He reached in again and pulled out a circular shield that spanned his entire arm. "For Athena."
He charged toward Pyrrha and swung Backbiter so near her front that a bit of her cape was snipped off as she fell backwards. He followed through for a full spin and swung Backbiter down, the blade slamming into her shield, jarring her arm, and causing the ground around them to rumble. Team RWBY began firing on Perseus, as Jaune, and Ren sprinted to Pyrrha's aid.
"Guns?! Pathetic!" Perseus snarled, charging at Weiss, his shield protecting him from oncoming gunfire as he leapt into the air and slammed his blade into the ground where Weiss had just been standing. But even as she slowed to a stop a few meters away, Perseus was upon her, his sword slicing through the air and colliding with Myrtenaster, deflected to the left as Weiss stepped into Perseus' guard and tried to swipe across his chest with her rapier, but was instead sent reeling back, an indent of Backbiter's pommel currently forming on her forehead.
"Weiss!" Ruby yelled, stepping forward, firing more quickly at Perseus as he gripped the heiress by her collar and pulled her toward him, headbutting her with enough force to knock her out.
Blake dashed forward next, but Perseus was done with his current weapon. He thrusted the blade into the ground and hurled his shield at Ren who was approaching him from behind. He reached into his bag again and pulled out a Spartan helmet, a long shafted trident and a burnt, bronze gauntlet.
He charged to meet Blake and slammed straight through her first copy, using his Spartan Helmet as a battering ram. He slid to a stop, digging his feet into the soft soil and turned to meet her, head-on. Blake fell from above him and slammed the flat of her blade across the Greek's ribcage, causing a couple cracks. As she prepared to leap back and then come in for another pass, Percy wrapped his gauntlet clad hand around her neck and glared into her soul with his glowing green eyes. "If you're going to hold back, you should have become an actress."
Before he had noticed, Percy was thrown back by a heavy punch that Yang threw into his chin. The soon-to-be huntsman landed flat on the back and slid for a few seconds before he caught himself and stood, but he was beginning to sway, and then the two teams noticed his shirt.
The formerly bright orange shirt was now a disgusting brown, and drips of Percy's life-blood flowed down his jeans. Jaune hissed in sympathy while Pyrrha gasped in surprise. Yang was looking at Percy in surprise as he coiled up and threw his trident with pin-point precision, as it slammed into a tree, Ruby's cape in tow. Ruby yelped as she was pulled along and crashed into the tree. Jaune gulped and stood, stepping hesitantly toward Perseus.
"Percy, you're seriously hurt, you need medical attention. You shouldn't be fighting in this shape. Please-" Jaune was cut off as Perseus slammed his gauntlet bound fist into his chest, causing him to wheeze and collapse. As the black slowly encroached on his vision. Yang bounded forward, her eyes red, and then she hurriedly skidded to a stop, falling back as Perseus collapsed on her, nearly dead.
"That happened..." Yang muttered.
As Percy's eyes slowly opened, Professor Goodwitch sat up in the seat beside him, leaning forward with her riding crop in her left hand and a scroll in the other. "Three hours."
Perseus sighed and resigned to his fate as he turned to the rest of the room and Glynda cleared her throat loudly. Team RWBY and JNPR both shot up, or as best as they could, Percy tried to sit up but Ruby held him down, keeping him from hurting himself, while Weiss and Pyrrha were arguing with each other about Weiss' condition. "Team JNPR and RWBY, you may return to your rooms as soon as your teammates are healed up, and Perseus, we need to talk."
"Whatever you have to say, you can say here." He said, subdued to his failure, propping himself up on his elbows. Percy nodded and his hand began to subconsciously brush across his scars.
"Three hours. You evaded capture for three hours...after the necessary five hours. Mr. Nightshade, you are going to be joint attached to both team JNPR and team RWBY, however, you will not be able to compete with these teams in the upcoming Vytal Festival unless you're substituting for another of your teammates, or in the two on two match." Glynda said calmly, her voice unwavering as she felt the oppressive auras of all of the strength in the room. Percy's eyes widened in joy as he leapt up out of the bed, ignoring the pain, jumping on the bed twice before sitting back on the bed from the harsh looks of both Glynda and Ruby.
"I'm okay with that. I came to train, not compete." Perseus stated, clearing his throat and looking deeply into Glynda's eyes. She nodded slowly, and Percy smiled. "I'm glad I was attached to Team JNPR, and Team RWBY, these are good people and I want to stay with them."
"Wait." Ruby interrupted. "What about that arrow?"
"Yeah, he went completely berserk after he was shot, do you know what it was?" Weiss asked.
"We have a team working on that, we'll tell you when we learn anything." Professor Goodwitch said assured.
"About that..." Perseus trailed off. "I'm so sorry about that. I don't know what happened. One minute, you were there, and the next, I just...I didn't see you. I saw...people from my past, and I lost it."
"It's a common occurrence. The staff believe that you went into shock." Glynda answered clinically.
A few minutes later, ten people who had nothing to say, too tired, rode in an awkward silence for thirty floors in a cramped elevator. One of them, the tallest, began to whistle quietly.
"Please shut up." Weiss intoned. Her voice was tired, but there was also a stinging cold edge to her quip.
"Sorry." Replied the green eyed offender, just as the door 'dinged' open. The whole team, along with their newly appointed apprentice, marched calmly through the building, the doors sliding open soundlessly as they passed through them and began the trek home. At the hallway, Percy hugged each of his new teammates, much to the consternation of both Ren and Blake, both exchanging knowing looks.
"So...bunkbeds..." Percy tried tiredly looking for a reaction from the rest of the team, hoping someone, anyone would smile. No one did. "Nevermind. I'll be comatose on the floor if you need me."
Team RWBY watched as he flopped onto his futon and his breath evened out, blissfully unaware, just as Blake wished she could be eventually, just like Weiss wished she were right now, and just like Ruby and Yang were slowly becoming.
"This is going to kill me." Weiss muttered.
In an entirely different universe, in a brightly lit room, occupied by only a typewriter, a faceless figure and a middle aged man, there began a soft clacking, and the figure smiled at the ticker tape that emerged from the typewriter. "Oh Weiss...If only it would…"
Meanwhile in Team JNPR's room, the four of them shared a silent conversation about Percy, each with a different opinion, and while none were spot on, none were wrong either.
Ren looked him over beside everyone else and took a deep breath. "I think that this room will suddenly become quite more interesting."
In a different brightly lit room than before, an Asian young man with a bit of a baby face shook his head in hesitant agreement, typing away at his own computer. "You're not wrong."