I'M BACK. Sorry it took so long, but there's some shit going on in my life. I can't guarantee that I won't take this long to get another chapter out either.

The poll for Violet's semblance has been up for some time, so go check that out and vote if you haven't already.

I don't really have anything else to say, so onto the reviews.

BraveSeeker3: Unfortunately, we won't be seeing any more of Cardin ass kicking for a while.

Gray28Wolf08: On the contrary, Beacon pays well. But yeah, she will be stuck with mostly whiny teens all day.

Edrap: "To treasure a life...is that something to laugh at?" I'm back.

Alertpoet91: I'm back.

Psihopatul: I'll start making longer chapters soon.

GizmoGear: I know I'm right. I think.

Alright, on to the story.

Violet was fucking pissed. Why? Because of the 4 young huntresses-in-training sitting right in front her.

They squirmed awkwardly against her cold, unflinching gaze, wondering why exactly they were in that room.

Finally Violet said, "Ruby, tell me what the actual fuck you shitstains were doing?"

Yang shot up and opened her mouth but quickly shut it when Violet pointed her pistol at her. "Sit your ass down," the hyper-lethal vector said and Yang reluctantly did.

"Now Ruby," Violet said. "Answer me."

"Um, well, we wanted to, uhh, find about the White Fang's activity and stop them?" Ruby tried.

"You think just because you're huntresses-in-training it gives you some special pass to do whatever you want. Well guess what, you don't."

Weiss frowned and said, "With all due respect professor, we gained valuable intel on the enemy and stopped a dangerous criminal."

"A fully trained huntsman team or a SWAT team could've done the same without 30 innocents dying," Violet retorted. A silence soon followed as team RWBY's brains processed her words.

"I… don't understand," Ruby meekly said. In response Violet placed her Scroll on the table separating them and activated it's holographic projector, showing the Atlesian Paladin they destroyed with cars flying all around it.

"This is a car," she said as she pointed to one. "Now I know it's hard for your small brains to comprehend, but people drive cars." Horror dawned on team RWBY's face.

"But it's not our fault! Roman Torchwick w-" Yang exploded but was quickly cut off by Violet slamming her head against the table.

"It is your fault! Because if you people weren't there, Roman would've never got into that Paladin to chase you guys down, therefore all of those lives would've been spared," she said, then let go of Yang's head after a moment. "If it were up to me, you all would've been thrown in jail," she continued. "Fortunately for you, it isn't up to me. Ozpin making that decision."

Violet turned and walked to the door, but stopped just before she reached it and turned around to face the girls once more. "There's a difference between necessary casualties and unnecessary casualties," she said. "I hope you remember that." She turned around again and headed out the door.

LINE BREAK

Five years ago.

Violet took a look at the white house in front of her. It was actually rather big compared to some of the other houses she had seen around Vale. She honestly didn't think that Ozpin would get her such a big house. Maybe he was really generous. That or he was just really wealthy.

Didn't matter anyway. She was here with Jade and now the house was theirs.

"Well, then," Violet said to the 8-year old wolf faunus sitting on top of her shoulders. "Let's not waste any more time.

LINE BREAK

One month later

For the first time in the month Violet had been in Remnant, she had nothing to do.

She was always either training, mostly with her aura that Ozpin had unlocked for her earlier that month, or reading up on Remnant's history and culture, if she wasn't with Jade.

Speaking of the little kid, she had been settling in rather well. Her parent's death had affected her a lot, though she seemed to get over it rather quick. Violet could remember how badly she took her parent's death. She had been angry enough that two months later, she allowed herself to be taken into a hellish child soldier program.

Then again, she saw her entire family get slaughtered in front of her, with her planet's destruction coming soon after. Jade didn't seem to have that problem.

Still, it was a little bit wierd, so Violet asked her about it. The child said, "They wouldn't want my to cry over them and waste my life." Oddly insightful for an 8-year old. Even so, Violet did everything she could to help the child. She didn't want the young wolf-faunus to go through it alone.

So, on to less depressing matters, since Jade wasn't home at that time, she was at school, and Beacon wouldn't start for another month, Violet decided to go out into town. Most of her trips there had been mostly to get supplies and some decorations for her house. As new resident, it was only fitting that she should get to know the city she was living in.

With that in mind, she got into a car that she had bought using funds that Dot had… appropriated from some local criminals and drove off.

Hey, the money was already likely stolen from someone else. She's just putting that money to better use.

LINE BREAK

Violet looked at the building in front of her. The Dusty Blade, the sign for the building said. It was a quaint little bar in a quiet part of the city.

It had been far too long since she had alcohol. If memory serves her right, the last time she drank was when she beat Emile in a drinking contest. It was fun, but she woke up with a splitting headache the next day and instantly regretted it.

But still, why the fuck not? Last time she had drank a shit ton of beers before she could be considered to be drunk. And she needed to improve her social skills. What better place to do just that than a bar?

With that train of thought, Violet stepped into the bar.

LINE BREAK

Violet smirked as another challenger fell off his seat and knocked himself out. His friends quickly grabbed and hauled him out of the bar. She had only spent 1 hour in the bar and she was already challenged 2 different times to a drinking contest.

"You know, I haven't never seen anyone drink as much as you without so much as a buzz," the bartender, Cobalt, said as he poured her another shot then slid it over to her.

"I'm not exactly what you would call a normal person," Violet replied, then downed the shot in one go. "Where'd you get this stuff?" she asked, gesturing with her hands to the multiple bottles on the back wall.

"I actually make most of these drinks, but there are a few that are exported," he said.

"Ah," she said, then looked at the clock on the wall of the bar. "Well, I got to go now. I'll see you around," Violet said as she slid a lien card over to him.

Cobalt nodded and picked up the card. "Yeah, see ya," he said.

Violet nodded back and made her way to the exit.

I don't think anyone really of thought about that. The cars I mean.

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