A/N still don't own RWBY or Highschool DxD. Still don't make a cent off doing this or intend to. Please don't sue me, I don't have that much money to take anyways.

Updating a bit earlier in the month this time around, but with the way the ideas are flowing a bit more freely for me this might be the start of me being able to put out more than one chapter a month. No promises though, even if that is my intent. So, yea. Got an update for ya, enjoy!

Jaune rolls his shoulders as the armored young man across from him readies himself. Doves stance is a bit stiff, but the young man looks confident enough. Jaune deploys his shield and drops into a calm ready stance as well, moments later Professor Goodwitch signals for the matches start with an emotionless "Begin."

Jaune sprints forward, shield up, and Dove shifts back to a sidelong stance, opening fire on the reborn devil with the gun built into his blades hilt. Four rounds ping off of Jaunes shield, a few more missing him entirely before the pair are within striking distance. Dove shifts his weight and feet, barely sidestepping Jaunes charge to deliver a backhanded counter slash. Jaune launches into a forward roll, letting the other boys blade sail over his head.

Dove almost has his blade back to his ready stance when Jaune comes up into a low sweeping slash. Jaunes year mate is barely able to hop out of Jaunes reach, before darting back in with an overhand chop. Jaune is able to parry the blade aside as he rushes to his feet and to Doves side. Mildly impressed with his year-mates speed; Liban and Beruka had been far faster, though that is hardly a fair comparison; Jaune steps up his own game a bit more. He aims another slash at his year-mates now exposed flank, landing a solid hit that knocks twelve percent off the other youths aura, according to the screen his rotating strike left him facing.

Dove takes Jaunes momentary lapse as an opportunity to deliver a two-handed slash to Jaunes midriff, forcing him back a few steps. A solid blow, but both of Sairoargs rooks had hit harder. Flourishing his blade, Jaune rushes his opponent again. More dust rounds ping off his shield, a repetitive clicking the only noise aside form his own footfalls in the arena by the time he reaches striking distance again. Jaunes initial upwards sweep is barely blocked by Dove, the pair of follow-up slashes from the right leave the other students guard and stance a mess after awkwardly contorting his body and blade to block the strikes.

Dove drops into a sloppy backwards somersault to get some distance and re-load, allowing Jaune to re-set his stance before charging his opponent again. Dove manages to dodge Jaunes lunge, and land a quick trio of slashes on Jaunes left side, striking low to avoid his shield. Before Dove can capitalize on the hits, Jaune delivers a brutal side kick to the other students short ribs. Dove starts tumbling away from the brutal blow, only for Jaunes shield to smash into his face, Doves feet, now moving in the opposite direction of his head and torso are torn from the ground. With a wordless shout, Jaune brings Crocea Mors into the airborne teens gut with all the strength he can muster. The first blow causes the arenas built-in end of match buzzer to go off. When Dove slams into the ground, the buzzer goes off twice more in rapid succession, indicating a late-strike foul.

Jaune looks up from the groaning, gasping form of his defeated opponent to see Dove is at a paltry nine percent aura remaining, while he is still at eighty nine percent. At that moment, he realizes that he feels even stronger than he had during that first skirmish with the grimm pack after Pyrrha had unlocked his aura yesterday. He silently scolds himself for not being more mindful of his strength while he is recovering from the procedure that had saved his life. "Mr Arc, excellent job taking and holding the initiative. I would recommend showing more restraint during future sparing matches however." She turns to look at Dove, who is struggling to roll over so he can push himself up off the ground. "Mr. Bronzewing, I would recommend working on techniques to keep foes only capable of melee combat at bay, especially those with more strength and technical skill."

Jaune moves to offer the other teen a hand up, only to have it slapped aside. As Dove limps away to the locker rooms, Jaune simply heads back to his teammates in the bleachers. When he sits down, Nora lets out a low whistle "Wow Jaune, overkill much?"

Ren taps Nora on the nose, getting her to look at him in confusion just in time for the randomizer to slow to a halt, showing two students Jaune thinks he recognizes from their floor of the freshman dorms. The ensuing fight is, to say the least, painful to watch. The guy, Verdus something or other is decent with his hand-ax, and is okay at catching hits on his shield, but way to eager to switch out the dust edge on his weapon. His opponent, something Schwartz seems almost eager to broadcast her semblance, constantly throwing the javelin in her battleaxes hilt with terrible accuracy and teleporting it back to her hand.

He is a good six inches taller than her, and notably more muscular, and eventually lays her out with a solid hit from his axe's currently purple edged blade. Had she been more worried about dodging instead of looking good doing it, the wiry girl probably would have knocked him out of the ring with her next hit.

The next few matches are mostly similar, in that they are either one-sided beatdowns, or pathetic showings from both combatants. Pyrrha is poetry in motion as she maneuvers Cardin for a ring-out. Jaune fully suspects the only reason her match wasn't faster than his is that she couldn't bull through the less skilled but far larger huntsman with brute force the way Jaune had his foe. Rens match, while less one sided and longer than both Pyrrhas and his own, is still an easy win for the other man on team JNPR, Ren submitting his opponent to the death of a thousand cuts, his aura holding in the low seventies by the time his victims hits the red.

Team RWBY to finally show up for class with about twenty minutes left, none of them looking particularly happy as they try to avoid the professors notice. Goodwitch looks up at the late arrivals "Ah, team RWBY, how nice of you to join us." All four girls cringe, as she taps away at her scroll, and then a familiar pair of faces pop up on the main screen. "Miss Xiao Long, Miss Valkyrie, the two of you will be the last match for the day."

Yang shrugs, and diverts her path towards the arena instead of the bleachers. Grinning, Nora rests her hammer on her shoulder as she stands and makes her way to the arena. The two cheery girls face off, and as soon as Goodwitch starts the match, charge each other. Both girls focus almost entirely on landing powerful blows, Yang often tanking hits from Nora to get inside her guard, and Nora doing the same to get back to a range she can more effectively strike from. After nearly ten minutes of brutally beating on each other, Yang manages to slip past what would have likely been the blow to knock her out of the match to deliver a haymaker to Noras gut and clench the match.

After a few moments of awed silence from all the observers the two girls start laughing as Yang helps Nora up. "Looks like you got me this time Yang! Next time you're going down though!"

Resting a hand on the ginger girls shoulder as they start shuffling from the stage to the showers, Yang shoots back "You've said that after every match since we started sparring at Signal Nora."

Pinching her nose, Goodwitch declares "Both of you need to focus more on avoiding taking hits, and less on the use of overwhelming force." She turns to look at the rest of the class. "You are all dismissed, team RWBY will see me for detention for their tardiness tomorrow after classes are finished for the day.

Standing to leave with the rest of the class for the machine shop and their next lesson, Jaune cant help but ask Ren "I take it the three of you know each other?"

The taciturn huntsman in training shrugs "Nora and I are two of the maybe dozen students that could give Yang a run for her money in combat classes at signal."

Ruby giggles "I think Yang and Nora are, uhh..." she trails off, clearly searching for the right word as the sextet slowly walks the vaulted halls as they wait for the last two members of their teams "frenemies?" She eventually offers.

Ren nods "It was pretty rough when they first met each other. Didn't help that Nora was the first one to keep her out of the top spot in combat class for more than a few days."

"But we're cool now, the competition is fun." The blonde in question cuts in. Nora skipping from Yangs side to invade Rens personal space as they keep walking. "Though from what she says, you and Pyrrha might make for a fun match too."

Pyrrha demures, but doesn't decline the invitation as Jaune chuckles a bit. "I just wish I could say I was top of my class like you Yang." Sure, he made a good showing of himself in most rating games, and missions to deal with strays rarely take more than half of Sairoargs peerage, but he knows how the chips fall if its him against a high or ultimate class devil solo. For now at least, that is.

Yang cocks an eyebrow and draws back a bit at that. She opens her mouth, but a battered and drained looking octet of seniors all but bowls the group of freshman over, presumably on their way to the headmasters office after a mission. The group re-gathers and starts walking again, allowing Yang to resume their conversation. "From what Nora says you beat the hell out of Dove, and he's no slouch."

Now its Jaunes turn to shrug as he continues "Professor Goodwitch said I went a bit overboard, but it was still just sparring."

Ren pulls his scroll out, and a few moments later is holding it out for team RWBY to watch the official recording of his spar. The four huntresses all wince at the end of the two minute match. Weiss is the first to find her voice after the conclusion of the brutal match. "You certainly did run roughshod over him."

Ruby nods "That last hit was a bit much, I suppose."

Jaune decides he'll allow them that one. "Yea, I did set off the late hit alarm I guess. A good kick or two to the gut after he hit the ground would have finished him off cleaner than hitting him while he was still airborne from the shield punch."

Again silence reigns as the other huntsmen and huntresses in training try to process what Jaune had just said. Nora breaks the silence this time as the octet enters the cafeteria for lunch. "Yea, that probably would have worked just as well."

"Nora!" Ren hisses at his partner.

She looks at him, an innocent grin on her face. "What, I break legs, the boss breaks spirits."

"You, haven't actually broken any legs Nora." Yang interjects as the two teams claim one of the larger tables before heading to the food line.

"Yet." The ginger girl replies, a serene smirk on her face. No one is brave enough to comment on that.

The conversation during lunch stays mostly to light banter, with team JNPR catching team RWBY up on what they had missed during the last few periods. Ruby has them leaving in plenty of time to make it to their next class down in the machine shop. After team RWBY is out of earshot Ruby all but dragging the other three girls along in her eagerness, Ren murmurs just quietly enough that only his own teammates can hear "I, don't think things are exactly going well in team RWBY right now."

Pyrrha nods sadly as they enter the main lawn from the cafeteria. "What should we do about it though?"

In his head, Jaune can hear Sairoargs most often repeated piece of advice on being a king, and decides to apply it to being a team leader as well. "Unless one of them asks for help, nothing. We don't know what the problem is, and are just as likely to make matters worse as we are to help if we go in blind." He pauses as they round a corner and team CRDL and a few hangers on shoulder past them. "Plus, I'd rather not loose the friends if we do manage to guess what they need help with wrong and mess it up. If you guys didn't notice during initiation I'm not exactly the greatest with new people."

Grinning like the devil himself as they enter the mostly quiet machine shop and Ruby waves them over, Nora quips "I dont have a clue what your talking about. What about you, Fire Goddess?" Pyrrha blushes and looks away from her team as they sit next to their new friends and set their weapons on the table Ruby had picked.

Any further conversation is cut off as Professor Shang enters the mostly silent machine shop. "Welcome to Weapon Maintenance, Repair and Improvement." The slightly overweight and wrinkled, kind eyed ocher skinned man begins after stepping away from his clearly labeled office. "Your own weapons and gear will take precedent whenever applicable, but most of your grades will be derived from the assorted gear that the VPD and Vale Armed Forces send to the academy for that maintenance." He pauses his circuit around the machine shop, the crimson clockwork tattoos he has in the place of hair glinting in the lights. "Today I will inspect your weapons while you preform whatever your standard post deployment maintenance may be."

For a few minutes the machine shop is akin to a kicked anthill as students bustle about to get the assorted maintenance kits and tools they need. Things quickly settle down as the freshman teams set about taking care of their gear and talking amongst themselves while the professor slowly circles the room, stopping at each table to talk with the students. After a few minutes of quiet work, everyone but Jaune disassembling their weapons to different extents to work on them, Ruby breaks the silence. "Sooooo, I know that semblances are kinda a big deal team-only once you trust each other sort of thing, but, umm, what'd ya name your weapons?" The prodigy looks equal parts nervous and eager as she trails off after asking her question.

"Oh, I believe I can answer that for you, miss Rose." Shang interjects, having reached their table armed with his scroll and a stylus to tap away at the screen with. "Crescent Rose, and while I can see your uncles influence in it, I can also tell that you can keep to the KISS principle far more readily than he ever could." He pauses, then adds "However working a higher powered scope into it may benefit you." Ruby just blushes before she glances at the weapons of her teammates and friends to avoid making eye contact with the professor.

The youngest person at the table then shrugs, face now calm and looks back up at Shang. "Ehh, if I wanted to deal with one of those overly malfunction-prone expanding scopes I guess I could get one that's a bit more powerful, but then I'd end up spending more time sighting it back in than I do studying." Shang nods slightly, a small smile on his lips and sets the sniper-scythe back down.

Yang just grins through Shangs complimenting of the compact efficiency of her Ember Celica, and Blake seems unfazed at the professors assessment of Gambol Shroud as 'elegant'. He picks up Weiss weapon, which she had left on the table when she realized what the professor was doing. "Only the best for the Heiress I see." he spins the dust cartridge receiver and traces the etching on the guard. "I am eager to see how you improve upon it now that you are free of your fathers expectations and interference." He sets the weapon down as Weiss goes rigid at having been called out. "Though I suppose Chrome Ulfbert is an excellent choice of smith to commission for a weapon. And very subtle about working his makers mark into his commissions for huntsman."

As the professor circles the table to inspect Jaunes teams weapons Ruby leans over to not quite quietly enough whisper to Weiss. "So, did you want some help with that, or-"

"Not. Now. Rose." A mortified Weiss grinds out, causing Ruby to flinch back.

Shang picks Rens weapons off the table. "Stormflower, is it?" Ren nods and begins unpacking the gun cleaning kit he had procured. "Any issues with the balance?"

The quiet teen shrugs. "I could probably improve on that, but at this point I'm more concerned about over-correcting than I confident I can find perfection."

Shang nods in approval at that, before grunting as he lifts Noras Magnhild off the table. "Non-lethal options are a touch lacking should you find yourself in a position where non-aura enhanced criminals need to be dealt with."

Grinning from ear to ear, Nora lazily quips "That's why kneecaps are a privilege and not a right Professor!"

Before anyone can properly react to that, aside from Ren dropping his head into his palm, Shang is standing over Jaunes shoulder. "Ah, Crocea Mors, ancestral weapon of the Noble House of Arc. May I?" Jaune nods, and the professor lifts the blade from the table, holding it to the light before setting it back down. "There were more than a few historians and weapons enthusiasts who were nervous when word got out that your great grandfather had decided to take it with him into the Great War. I'm glad to see that it made it through as undamaged as was reported, and that your family still takes such excellent care of it." Before returning the blade to the table in front of its wielder.

Jaune idly set about oiling his blade as the professor moves on to Pyrrha. Her blade and shield are set out on the table in front of her, though the professor does pause when he picks up Miló, shock briefly crossing his face before he tamps down on it and a genuine smile crosses his face. "How refreshing. Most tournament fighters that come through Beacon have commissioned weapons. But I can tell that Miló and Akoúo̱ are your own work." He shifts Pyrrhas weapon through all three of its forms before returning it to her. "And excellently crafted at that, I would have expected far more bulk and less elegance from such a complex weapon."

Pyrrha manages an embarrassed. "Thank you." as the professor begins to make his way to the next table and the two teams go back to cleaning and inspecting their weapons for damage.

He pauses at that. "Oh, I wouldn't thank me miss Nikos, now that I know what you are capable of, I fully expect you to give Ruby competition for top marks in my class."

The weapons enthusiast in question grins at Pyrrha, who just smiles back at Ruby as the two get back to cleaning and checking over their gear. The rest of the class passes in more or less companionable silence. Jaune letting the sounds of gears clicking, joints actuating and tools clattering wash over him as he cleans and oils his blade. The rest of their year seems content to do so as well, the sound of work only interrupted by the occasional curse of a careless student managing to hurt themselves, or the soft murmurs of a student in need of more expertise than their seventeen years can level consulting with the professor.

As the two teams amble out of the machine shop after class, the rest of their year gives them a wide berth. Namely because Ruby Rose is nearly vibrating with excitement. "BEST. CLASS. EVER!" She exclaims to no one in particular, making to dart back towards the machine shop only for Yang to catch her by her cloak.

"Totally not surprised she's reacting this way, anyone else?" The excited girls older sister quips. Weiss pointedly looks away from the duo, a scowl on her face while Blake shrugs.

As they clear the main building, Yang still dragging Ruby, Ren and Nora both raise their hands to block the glare of the setting sun Jaune shrugs. "Not really, I mean, the first thing she asked me after we met was what my weapon was." He glances to his right to see Pyrrha has her hand covering her mouth, and probably a grin, if the twinkle in her eyes is anything to go by.

"With classes over for the day, I'll be headed down to Vale for dinner." Weiss announces, before splitting away from the rest of the group where the path splits to lead either to the outskirts of campus or the dorms.

Ruby deflates, and starts moving under her own volition again at that. Yang grimaces, and Jaune, hoping to lighten the mood asks "So, the rest of you wanna grab dinner at the cafeteria?"

"I, think I'm gonna go to the library actually, have two years of classes I skipped over to make up for." At that, the cloak-clad girl turns around to head back towards the middle of campus. Yang grimaces and Blake sighs. Ren shoots a pointed look at Jaune, who subtly shakes his head. Not their circus, not their monkeys.

By this point they are in front of the freshman dorm building. "So, why don't we change out of our uniforms then meet up in our floors common room before we eat then?" Nora offers as they pass through the front doors and immediately turn to grab one of the elevators. Yang and Blake just nod, and the students wait out the ride in silence after that.

After entering their dorm room, beds now lofted and set up the way they had requested, a stilted awkward, 'everyone pick a corner to face while we change' conversation is awkwardly clipped out in short order. Jaune, facing his corner is surprised to hear a girlish shriek from behind him halfway through getting out of his uniform. Or at least the more restrictive parts of it. It seems that Pyrrha and Nora had been as well, up until his partner had decided to scream and fall over. Speaking of Pyrrha, she is currently clad in her uniform skirt, and a lacy crimson bra that he can barely see traces of perky, pink-

Bad Jaune, no perving on your partner. He looks away, to see Norra, apparently tripped on the skirt tangled around her feet, her generous booty all but bursting out of her pink panties. The girl in question seems to be making direct eye contact with Ren, a nervous grin on her face despite a blush nearly as crimson as Pyrrhas hair. A dogs bark shifts his attention back towards Pyrrha in time to see her get bowled over by his familiar. "Saber?" he asks dumbly, as the canid in question bowls him over to start licking his face. His body and coloration resembles that of a doberman, though the head and fur would be more at home on a german sheppard, and the muscles those of a pit bulls. "What are you doin' here boy?" He asks as he rolls over, dislodging his hellhound mutt of a familiar to rub his belly and unclasp the harness that Jaune had put on him before coming to Beacon yesterday.

"I, take it that's your dog, Jaune?" Pyrrha ventures as she pads over to him, bountiful bust now covered by baggy Pumpkin Pete t-shirt. One of the few that doesnt have her face on it, thankfully.

Jaune nods "Yea, Sabers, well, he's technically the family dog, but he follows me around the most." Jaune lies. Granted, his familiar does enjoy its cover as the Arc family dog, especially the belly rubs and head pats from his sisters, but the immortal abomination will most certainly be alive and hale long after most regular mutts would have passed away.

"And by follow, you mean jump out of corners and scare people?" She presses, timidly rubbing Sabers belly as well.

Jaune nervously rubs the back of his head. "Well, with almost half my sisters being huntresses, or in training, then me wanting to be one too, plus dads friends, he decided to unlock Sabers aura when he was still a pup." Total lie, after getting him as a familiar the unholy mutt had followed him home when his 'semester at Tartarus' had ended.

"So, him jumping out of corners at people?" Nora prompts, now clad in her uniform blouse and a pair of loose fitting jeans.

Now for the big lie then. "Have your aura unlocked for long enough, you get a semblance. Any right angle close to one of 'his' people is fair game to pop out of. I guess he didn't like that me and my sisters almost all went to boarding schools cuz mom and dad couldn't stop, well..." In reality, Saber is mostly hellhound, but has just enough hound of tindalos in his blood to pop out of right angles. That and the tube tongue, creepy as hell to watch him eat, but as far as familiars go he's useful and strong, so Jaune isnt upset at all about that quirk.

"So, did your old man tell you what he was doing to him, or just let you figure out the hard way?" Yang asks, leaning in the now open doorway. The entirety of team Juniper turns to face the blond in startled shock. She just offers an unapologetic shrug. "Heard Pyrrha scream, your door wasn't locked, caught most of the conversation."

Jaune suppresses a chuckle as Blake glares at Saber, just her head poked into the dorm room. "He told us what he was doing, didn't tell us all of the possible ramifications. Apparently Saphron woke up half the college she went too screaming when he popped into her dorm one night and woke her up by licking her face."

Pyrrha holds her hand up to cover her mouth, Ren drops his face into his palms, Yang and Nora both start openly laughing. "So, there's no keeping him from doing that to people?"

Jaune shrugs, and keeps the unholy mutt in his dorm room as the group leaves for the cafeteria. Yang now clad in a pair of shorts, her uniform blouse untucked and the top few buttons open; Blake having changed to plain black slacks and a purple blouse that fits her form a bit better than her uniform. "He can only go so far, but if you give him enough treats and attention, you're gonna get adopted by him, and he'll pop in whenever he wants to see you."

Blake slumps at that as the small group falls into the flow of students headed for the cafeteria. Most of them are dressed similarly to team JNPR Blake and Yang, taking advantage of the relaxed rules after classes let out for the day, but some are coming straight from campus and still in their full uniforms. The six students fill their trays, pick a spot at an open table and set about eating a hearty dinner.

At first, the conversation is light. First impressions of professors. First day shenanigans. Pets; Pyrrha has a coy pond at her parents house back home in Mistral, and Yang & Ruby have an adorable little corgi named Zwei. Blake isn't much of a dog person, which Yang cant seem to wrap her head around. Oddly enough, that is the conversation that turns to heavier topics. "If Ruby were here she'd help me convert you away from your dog-hating heresy Blake! Nothing is cuter than her and Zwei playing together!" The bombastic blond all but shouts, getting more than a few confused or judging glances and glares from the neighboring tables.

Blake pouts a bit at that. "While she's right she has a lot of catching up to do, I get the feeling she's doing it today for the wrong reasons."

Yang slumps back into her seat, pushing her empty tray forwards and slumping back in her seat. "The Ice Queen was totally out of line going off on Ruby that way. We haven't even been a team for twenty four hours!"

Blake must have picked up on team JNPRs silent curiosity, and decides to elaborate. "The Heiress is mad that she didn't receive her divine right to rule over us plebes as team leader."

Yang nods. "I don't think its quite that bad, but she did bite Rubys head off after my sister tried to help her out in Ports class. Did a bunch of shouting about how she got distracted in Ooblecks too. Then went stomping off before Ruby could really respond."

Jaune winces at that. It isn't surprising from what he's seen of the two girls, but its not exactly a good way for things to be going for his friend either. "Anything we can do to help?"

Blake sighs. "Aside from snapping at Ruby in Shangs class, Weiss hasn't said a word to Ruby since we found them both and got back to classes. So don't provoke the heiress."

"And don't call Ruby out on being mopey over it. She has a hard time with new people, so meeting someone going so wrong for her isn't exactly great for her self esteem. Plus with just about all of her friends still going to Signal..." Yang adds, arms crossed over her chest and a protective scowl on her face.

Everyones trays are empty at this point, and Pyrrha interjects. "Not that talking with you isn't lovely, but my team did promise to help pick apart Ports lecture for the useful tidbits he scattered inside it."

"Useful"

"Tidbits?" Blake and Yang ask, both blinking a bit dumbly at that statement.

Jaune nods as he stands up and starts to collect his teams trays. "Yup, I noticed about halfway through Weiss' fight with that boarbatusk just about every strength it caught her off-guard with, and weakness she exploited, had been sprinkled throughout his lecture.

Nora nods as she stands up and hauls Ren to his feet. "And Pyrrha didn't wanna be rude or know what was gonna be on the test, so she just wrote down everything he said."

Blake and Yang both stand as well, each picking up their own empty trays. "Do you mind if we join you?" Blake asks, still looking a bit dumbfounded.

"It probably wont be that hard to have Weiss do the same as Pyrrha, provided our team doesn't get chopped up and shuffled around or kicked out by the end of the month." Yang adds, looking a bit deflated under her grinning demeanor.

Ren shrugs, and Jaune nods. "More eyes would be helpful for picking out the hyperbole from actual bits of knowledge. If Ports the sort of teacher to hide the lesson in stories that hard to follow, I wouldn't put it past him to sneak in some blatant lies hunters at our level should know already know about, or at least be able to deduce."

"Do you really think he'd do that to his students?" Nora asks, sounding a bit nervous as the group pauses at the grimy, steam-shrouded conveyor moving dirty trays back into the kitchen to deposit theirs.

Once the group gets away from the over-crowded tray-return, Ren shrugs and replies. "Would you expect Ruby being capable of half of what she did during initiation if you just bumped into her on the street one day?" Both Nora, and an uncomfortable looking Pyrrha nod in understanding at that.

The rest of the trip back to the dorms is uneventful, and team JNPR, Yang and Blake claim one of the big, circular study tables in the common room. "So, how are we gonna do this?" Nora prompts when Pyrrha pulls out her notebook.

The redhead simply pulls out her scroll and starts snapping pictures of the pages worth of notes. After a few minutes she points her scroll at the big commercial printer/scanner/fax machine in the corner, which whirs to life and spits out five more copies of her notes. "You have very nice handwriting." Ren notes after Pyrrha passes around the small stacks of still warm paper.

After a few minutes of digging for scraps of knowledge in Ports rambling monologue to share, Jaune curses and starts scribbling his pen on the side of his set of notes. "Crap, my pen just died guys. Let me quick run and grab a fresh one."

He quickly walks down the hallway to his dorm before anyone can offer him a spare, and is relieved to find Saber napping under his bed, not off getting into trouble. Crouching and sliding his hand under the rug, he channels his power for a moment until a flash of light is barely visible under the rug. Peeling it back a bit he is happy to see a summoning circle his entire (eventual) peerage should be able to use to travel and fulfill contracts from burnt into the wood. He pets his familiar, grabs a new pen and makes his way back to the common room.

After entering the common room, he passe behind an oversized couch that half a dozen students are watching WyvernSphere Y reruns from and rejoins his friends. "There's no way that Ursa are actually allergic to cabbages." Yang gripes as Jaune grabs his seat again with a quick apology for having left.

Ren shrugs. "We'll add it to the 'dubious' column then." As Pyrrha waves off Jaunes brief tardiness as nothing to worry about.

"He has mentioned cabbages and implied he was safe from, or confident there would be no Ursa present half a dozen times already." Pyrrha counters, her face screwed up like she didn't really want to admit it either.

Yang growls "If that were true every frontier village and foot of Vales wall would be lousy with the things! There's no way knowledge like that wouldn't spread like wildfire!"

Blakes mouth twitches into a slight grin. "If I found out something like that, I wouldn't be eager to come forward with it either. Mostly because of exactly how the rest of you are responding."

"Not it for carrying a cabbage with me next time we're out hunting grimm!" Nora exclaims.

That prompts a flurry of 'not-its' and nose-goes that Jaune is horrified to realize he is the last to react to. Grinning like the devil he is in the face of the mix of mischievous, apologetic and amused expressions he simply interjects "Ruby and Weiss can draw lots for which of them has to do it then."

_-*R-DxD*_

Sneaking out of the dorms after everyone had fallen asleep the next night had been a pain. Between Campus security patrolling the building, the cameras, and the overly loud beeping of his scroll unlocking the side door making him paranoid one of said volunteer civil servants would catch him and ask why he is out of his dorm so late its a small miracle - ow – that he had made it out of the building. Crossing the mostly dark campus had been a trifling thing, especially with Campus Securities flashlights making them stand out like sore thumbs to his excellent night vision, and more worried about keeping the CCT tower secure than anything to boot.

The trip down from the cliffs into the Emerald Forest is just as dull as he remembered it being. Though nowhere near as draining without the adrenaline packed day sprinting through the forest and fighting grimm before the trek, compounded with the fact that he's going downhill not up. He spends a solid hour ambling through the forest, watching more for cameras and motion sensors than grimm. After all, what does the biggest predator in the woods have to fear, or feel negative about now that he doesn't have a cover to maintain? Eventually he finds a clearing with a big, mostly flat boulder off to one side of it. Remnants shattered moon glows down into the clearing, the sky and stars unblemished by clouds, the night air crisp, still and refreshing. Perfect.

Jaune sets one of a few sheets of paper he had prepared for tonight down, and, kneeling beside it, his wings flare into existence, holding more or less still-ish as pulses a burst of magical energy into the paper. The runic array he had 'doodled' in class earlier springs to life in the same tarnished silver patina of his aura across the face of the boulder, flashes once, then the stone is perfectly flat. He walks to the edge of the rock, and sets his second prepared sheet down, and in a second flash of sickly green-blue-brown and bright runes, a pedestal raises as he stands, every angle a perfect ninety. He whistles sharply into the night, as he makes his way to the center of the freshly made platform Kneels a third time, and flares his magic hard, etching another summoning circle for his peerage deep into the stone. Saber pads out of the corner and nuzzles his hand as he stands a third time.

Glad to have confirmed what he suspected was a burgeoning knack for runic magic at least, he still cant help but curse his luck. Mostly because he doesnt have any literature on the Nordic tradition his abilities run parallel to. That and the runes all seem to be based off a particularly archaic version of the Underworlds written language, so all he really has to work with is digging through his memory for the equivalents of what he has seen in other devils magic circles during spars and rating games. But the ability isnt going anywhere, so he can dabble in between everything else he is currently juggling.

He sets that chain of thought aside and affectionately pats his familiars head. "Alright Saber. Starting tomorrow your gonna wander Vale with this on while I'm in class. Its got a quick-release your tongue should be able to get, so you can stash it in my entertainment center when you get back to the dorm. Make sure to get back before me and my team do." He prompts his familiar, pulling a modified harness off his belt. Its a pretty simple thing, a light aluminum frame extending up from it to put a sign and four rings, each loaded with pull-tabs of paper. Each one of them has a small magic array at its center that will activate when the sheet is pulled free. Circled around the array is underworld text, simply stating that by taking the tab, the individual has entered into a contract with the devil Jaune Arc, which will be considered complete and fulfilled after he has destroyed ten grimm. He has two versions of the tab, one where he stylized the script to look more 'cool', and the other where he tried his hand at calligraphy, attempting for a 'cute' look.

The sign is just as straightforward, advertising 'Good luck charms for the destruction of grimm.' Were he on Earth, a scheme like this to boost his power would cause the biggest political fiasco in recent memory. But here, where he is the only player on the supernatural scene they know of? Now he can just teleport out here after his team falls asleep, and double down on gaining power, combat experience and fulfilled contracts in one go. He yawns loudly and teleports back to his dorm, the light of his arrival covered up by the thick rug. That can start next week however. He needs to wait for Saber to spread the little contract sheets around before he can really get that plan moving.

_-*R-DxD*_

The week proceeds about how he had expected his first at Beacon to go. Classes are pretty easy, though his knowledge of dust is cleary lacking, so he gets into the habit of studying in the Dust Lab on the days they don't have classes there. His team, and occasionally Rubys as well join him, but its rarely all eight of them for those study sessions. Wess and Ruby had apparently more or less worked out whatever had the Heiress in a tiff on the first day, but the white haired girl still has fussy, bossy tendencies that can be a pain to deal with.

Naturally after a long week team JNPR had decided the best way to spend their Friday night was being lazy. Jaune and Pyrrha are channel-surfing from the futon they had all chipped in for on Wednesday after going down into Vale to pick one out. Its a pretty plain black cotton and cheap steel affair, but for a dorm room it gets the job done. Nora is humming along with whatever music is playing on her headphones bouncing a bit as she batters her speed-bag, and Ren is leaned against the wall on his meditation mat reading a book.

When someone starts pounding on their door, all four of them freeze and look over to the door, more than a little bit startled. Feeling somewhat nervous, Jaune stands up and heads for the door. He opens it to find an excited looking Yang, ear to ear grin splitting her face. "Hello~ team Juniper!" She greets them excitedly, pushing Jaune aside to enter their room without asking for permission to enter. "So, I was thinking that since we're all friends, we should celebrate our first successful week at Beacon together!" Ruby and Blake quietly following her into the room.

"That's not what happened at all. This is you trying to drag more students into your asinine plan Xiao-Long!" Weiss grumps as she closes the door behind her and crosses her arms across her chest.

Blake glances sidelong at the blue eyed girl. "Actually, your the one who said we should invite team Juniper to come with us, since we all fought together during initiation when it looked like Ruby and I were going to just go along with Yangs plan." The heiress shoots a betrayed glare at Blake.

"So, are you guys up to celebrate with us?" Yang asks, unimpeded by her teammates bickering.

Ren tilts his head, puts a bookmark in his book, sets it down and asks "What did you have in mind, Yang?"

"We'll go out clubbing of course!" The blonde brawler exclaims. Probably would have shouted if not for the risk of getting them all caught.

Jaune looks over his towards his team, all of whom are looking back at him expectantly. Jaune shrugs "Sounds like a good time to me."

Yang actually jumps in the air and pumps a fist at that "Sweet! Lets all get changed and meet up in the common room then."

Weiss is the only one who looks even mildly upset by the turn of events, in fact, she looks downright betrayed. "Bu, but... Rubys only fifteen!" She manages to protest after standing frozen in place for a few seconds.

Ruby winces, suddenly looking nervous, until Nora waves Weiss off. "Pfft, once a hunter in training gets into an academy they can buy and be served alcohol. Laws old as dirt in all four kingdoms."

Blake pauses at that "How do you know that?"

Still grinning, Yang loops her arms around the still frozen Weiss and her stalled partner, sweeping them out of the room. "Who do you think was my wing-girl before I met you partner?"

The next fifteen minutes or so are a blur of the students going through their clothes to pick out getups appropriate for a night on the town. Jaune settles on a pair of dark blue fitted jeans, an olive button down shirt and charcoal vest. He rolls up the sleeves on the shirt, grabs a bottle of hair gel from his dresser and tussles his hair up a bit. He glances to his right to see the other guy on his team wearing a pair of black leather pants, plain white muscle-shirt and a faded green button-down hanging open. His wallet looks to be on a polished chain thats clipped to a belt loop, and his belt has his lotus flower emblem for a buckle.

The girls indicate their decent, so Ren and Jaune turn around and for a moment neither can move. Pyrrha is now wearing a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and a teal spaghetti-strap tank top baring about as much midriff as her combat gear with an open white jacket that ends halfway down her torso over it. She had pulled her hair into twintails that barely make it past her shoulders, a bottle of wash-out dye is sitting on her dresser, and she now has strips of black in her hair, making her look like something of a Ruby inverse. A handful of colorful bracelets rest on her right wrist and she has a small black purse slung over her left shoulder, its burnished bronze chain long enough that its resting on her hip, her own emblem forming a clasp at the center of the chain.

Nora is clad in a pair of fitted low-rise jeans held up by a slim belt, her hips accented by a wide white decorative belt sitting at an angle. Her torso is covered by a pink tube-top that reveals a decent amount of cleavage and stops at her short ribs and an open green vest the same shade as Rens shirt. She is wearing a vibrant pink pair of heels, and is tossing a pink, green and white tartan clutch purse from hand to hand. "We look hot" she eventually observes. The team make their way to the common room where team RWBY is waiting for them, and a grumpy looking Coco is sprawled out on a couch reading a fashion magazine.

"Yang, why do I have to wear this?" Ruby complains, fidgeting in what looks to be one of her old Signal uniform skirts, as it is a few inches shorter on her than the Beacon uniform and primarily black with gold stripes and red piping. Her t-shirt looks to be a bit tight on her as well, and bares about as much of her stomach as Pyrra is. The look is tied off with black stockings that stop just past her knees and a low pair of heels Ruby looks barely stable in.

The prodigies older sister, still grinning, quips "To make the Rubooty pop!" Yang is dressed similarly, in a lavender pencil skirt that flares where it ends just a hair higher up her legs and a white blouse with just enough buttons left open to show a generous amount of cleavage without crossing over into 'trashy' territory and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She has a white purse bearing her emblem slung across her shoulder by a yellow and black braided strap. "Besides, if I let you dress yourself, you'd have went with your battle gear or something boring, so I packed some decent 'night on the town' options out of your closet before we left for Beacon."

Ruby doesn't look exactly pleased at the explanation, but before she can retort Pyrrha coughs politely. "Umm, Weiss, not that you don't look stunning, but are you sure you don't want to alter your look a bit more?" The Heiress shifts back and forth on her feet, frowning as she looks down at herself. The pale blue yoga pants and gray shoulderless blouse she's in are certainly flattering on her slender figure, and her long hair flowing down her back unbound is just as striking. Honestly, its taking most of Jaunes willpower to not blatantly check her out.

"What do you mean by that?" She hotly presses, pointing her glittering gray clutch purse at the other girl like a weapon, causing Pyrrha to flinch and Blake to sigh.

The raven haired girl is clad in, well, its the stereotypical 'little black dress' all girls supposedly have. Form hugging with a single strap on her right shoulder, backless and stopping just above her knees, complimented by purple stockings that end somewhere above the hem of the dress and her ever present black bow. "Coming from Pyrrha Nikos? You're gonna get recognized and probably be in half a dozen tabloids by morning dressed the way you are." Adjusting the strap of her equally utilitarian purse reveals that at least one of her ears is now bearing a simple stud earring.

Weiss freezes at that, an aghast look on her face. Smiling gently, Pyrrha takes Weiss' arm and starts leading her back down the hallway. The smaller girls snowflake necklace flashing in the light. "Sorry everyone, this wont take more than ten minutes."

After the pair walks away, Ruby lasts all of two minutes before awkwardly prompts. "So... where are we headed then?"

Yang, face still split by an excited grin replies "Oh, I was thinking Club Fahrenheit."

Ren quirks an eyebrow at that. "Not The Club? I've heard teats the best one in town."

"Ehh, its probably still undergoing renovations. Plus its kinda on the seedy side of town, so with Ruby, Weiss and Pyrrha..." Yang replies, shifting back and forth awkwardly. Coco, obviously listening to their conversation, snorts at that, but doesn't add anything.

After a few more minutes of (mostly) patient silence, Pyrrha returns with a girl who must be Weiss. But with the pale blond hair, forest green eyes, and a beauty mark instead of a scar, you'd be hard pressed to tell. "I don't see why I have to wear color changing contacts and you don't Pyrrha." she grumbles.

The Invincible Girl shrugs "I don't know what you're talking about Weiss" Nora, helpfully, pulls a small makeup mirror out of the purse that is slung over her shoulder and flips it open in front of her teammate. Pyrrha freezes in place momentarily, before speed mumbling something and sprinting back to their dorm room. A few minutes later she returns, eyes now an inviting amber instead of their typical green. "sorry about that, it slipped my mind." She intones, face slightly flushed from the sudden exertion.

"All right!" Yang exclaims happily. "Lets paint the town red!"

Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

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