"To whom shall I address this to?" Weiss' cheeks were starting to hurt from all the fake smiles she gave, it was embarrassing. She should be used to this by now, years of etiquette lessons were ingrained into her mind, but she was also out of practice. She didn't have to put up the facade as often in Vale, and Weiss wasn't used to people staring at her like some hero. People loved to curse the Schnee name under their breaths after all, and to her face every once in a while.

"Greg Veder." The blond boy with blue eyes said, sounding like he was out of breath. He stared at her in awe, pausing on areas where his gaze lingered too long. He looked like an uglier, shorter version of Jaune, who was also very plain by Remnant's standards. "How sharp is your sword?"

"I wouldn't touch it if you want to keep all your fingers." Weiss said through her teeth. "To Greg, keep being awesome, from Edelweiss." The crowd was slowly pressing in on her, barely allowing Weiss to take just a few steps. Aegis' crowd was much smaller, and quicker too since only a handful of teens stopped to take selfies with him, the lucky bastard.

"Woah." His eyes widened as Weiss handed him his sticky notebook back. "Are you an alien- '' Someone pushed Greg out of the way, basically throwing their own sheet of paper in her face, which was very rude. Holding back a glare, Weiss sighed internally. She was already on her second pen sadly, and Weiss didn't know how these people handled rejection.

"Name?" Weiss said for the hundredth time. She briefly glanced towards Aegis, through the cracks in the crowd, his eyes smiling, laughing at her. She huffed internally, and wrote her new signature with practiced ease.

He was lucky Weiss was so merciful.

Public relations was important, both here and back on Remnant. Father knew that, especially with all the controversies that surrounded their family.

The Schnee Dust Company was taking advantage of its workers? Nonsense, all faunus workers were paid fair wages and were living in company provided apartments.

Several miners were killed in an accident? It must've been their fault, the Dust mines had the best equipment that money could buy.

The White Fang tried bombing the family car? Father had to fire her Nanny, she could be a symphatizer in league with the terrorists.

PR allowed people to do whatever they wanted, and to make them look better than whoever their opponent was to the public. In a way, Weiss understood why the PRT deployed them to the Boardwalk. It was full of tourists, and it was close to the PRT Headquarters, so response times in case of emergencies would be quick, hopefully.

"I swear my hand is going to cramp up any second now." Weiss groaned, having finally escaped from the crowd. She was exaggerating of course, her aura would be able to handle anything thrown at her.

"It's like that for everyone on their first patrol, especially since all the new Wards start at the Boardwalk." Aegis said, waving at a random group of tourists. "Probably a little worse for you since you're unmasked, but they'll get used to you eventually, just like New Wave."

"I see." Weiss said sardonically. Technically she did ask for this since she said no mask, but Weiss never imagined it would be that bad. There were plenty of places on Remnant where people wouldn't recognize a Schnee. White hair and blue eyes, while uncommon, weren't unheard of. Though Weiss did have to admit, she knew she was attractive. With her looks, family name, and wealth, she was sure the world was shocked when she announced that she would head to Beacon to become a huntress. "Hopefully it'll die down soon."

"We'll see." Aegis beamed under his helmet. He was nice Weiss guessed, just plain and average like everyone else on this rock. Weiss huffed when she heard the squeals of random people, her combat skirt drawing plenty of attention.

This was getting old really fast.

After walking the length of the Boardwalk, and stopping every once in a while to take photos and sign autographs for annoying people, Weiss finally had a moment of rest, a cup of iced black coffee in hand.

"That's right, stare at it." Weiss smirked as she caught the straw with her lips. Aegis stared at her blankly, the way his helmet was shaped not allowing him to enjoy any snacks or drinks. She needed to work out the kind of leader he would be.

"It's almost time for our shift to end, so I'll go ahead and call the van." Aegis sighed, taking a few steps away from her, grabbing his communicator.

Weiss said nothing in return, allowing the cool and bitter coffee to slide down her throat. She needed to keep her energy up, anyone with aura spent most of their money on large portions of food. Placing a hand on her hip as the other held her cup, Weiss' eyes narrowed at the trio of bald men approaching her.

Each of them had some stylized eagle, and the symbol that Weiss had learned was closely associated with Nazis, which honestly looked like an unfinished box at an angle.

"Traitor!" The largest one in front of the small group said in Atlesian, uh German, his hands in his pocket. How annoying, and rude. Several passerbyers immediately got out of their way, but they loitered, taking their phones out-

Wait, were they recording? Where did everybody go?

The big one slapped the drink out of her hands, spilling the black gold all over the clean concrete.

"I was drinking that." Weiss said bluntly. Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted several men in black approaching them, the Enforcers if she remembered right. "And you need to work on your accent. It's 'I'm not a stupid racist', not traitor."

A half dozen Enforcers had arrived by now, surrounding the three skinheads.

"I suggest you leave, before you ruin everyone's day." Weiss tilted her head with a knowing smirk. "But if you three want to spend the night in a cell I'd gladly schedule it for you."

The three stared at her for a few seconds, until their leader spat on the floor and stalked away, the Enforcers following them still.

"What happened here?" Aegis appeared next to Weiss out of nowhere, earning him a sharp glare.

"You have the worst timing I've ever seen."

A/N

I like to subvert expectations.