Monday May 1st (1 year 7 months b.c.)

*Jaune PoV*

As Jaune headed downstairs for breakfast he felt excited. Even more so than when his grandfather started training him.

He was going to hunt grim!

Him, Jaune Arc, hunting Grimm just like a real hunter! His dream was so close he could almost just reach out and grasp it.

The past month Yamamoto had been working him to the bone, it was to the point where he wouldn't even have that strange dream anymore because he was too tired, or maybe that's because he was sleeping with the sword at his side, but regardless the past month for him had been spartan. Wake up, eat, train, sleep, and repeat. No deviation at all at least not until yesterday.

Yesterday his grandfather said he was ready to begin training on Grimm, he would take him out to hunt for them today.

He hadn't been able to keep a lid on his excitement since.

Apparently his grandfather already discussed this with his mom and she had given her stamp of approval.

Jaune honestly didn't know where gramps found time to interact with the rest of the family considering he was almost always with him during training.

'It is probably when I do my exercise routine, now that I have proper form he doesn't need to oversee what I'm doing' He rationalized to himself

It made sense, his routine took around 3 full hours to clear, and Jaune would never voice it aloud in front of his grandfather, but those exercises were hell and the soreness the day after made him want to sleep and simply not wake up. Permanently.

Regardless he always pushed forward day by day and second by second. With his efforts he improved massively in his own opinion. Blocking was almost a reflex now, swinging his sword came naturally to him, his body was stronger and his tactical mind flourished under stress. His body was strong now, his stamina was massive and where areas he would collapse on those first days of training he would now complete his first set of exercises without breaking a sweat. He could think of many different plans of attacks and adapt or change them on the fly. He was pretty confident that the Grimm weren't ready for him, he was going to crush them.

Finishing up his thoughts as he reached the dining room, he took his seat and waited for Luna to arrive.

He took a look around the table. Hazel was talking animatedly with Amber. Lily sat there drinking tea while acting stoically, she had a striking resemblance to gramps at the moment who was also sat there drinking tea. Jaune had to admit he tried their tea and it was amazing, he had thought he wasn't much of a tea guy before, but trying out the tea his sister or grandfather made had him singing a different tune. Ivy was talking to mom, he doesn't know what about but it must have been pretty interesting considering how many hand gestures Ivy was using. Sapphire was just sitting there looking at her scroll.

Jaune thought of how much their interactions had changed over the past two weeks regarding gramps. Ivy had painted quite a few pieces for gramps recently, it might have to do with how barren she saw his room to be and how he had a single thing on the wall, the first painting she made for him. Lily had picked up a bit of poshness or was it just manners, regardless he assumed she was trying to emulate gramps, but as to where he commanded respect with presence she commanded attention with elegance. Lily and gramps were almost always together before breakfast, sitting out in the backyard enjoying tea with the sunrise.

He musings were cut short and Luna made her entrance.

"Morning sleepy head, thought we were going to have to go up there and drag you down here" said Hazel with a teasing smile

"I would bite" said Luna petulantly

"Then we'll just send gramps like last time" Hazel responded with mirth

Luna just made a sour face.

That's right, last time.

Last month Luna was being irritable, as in she halted breakfast for an entire hour by not showing up despite promising Hazel to be downstairs soon every time she went up to grab her. Eventually after some 30 minutes hazel had had enough and decided to drag her downstairs, nothing unusual. What was unusual was that Hazel didn't succeed which was odd considering Luna wasn't allowed a lock on her door anymore because when she had one she always locked herself in until mom used a master key to open it. Apparently Luna had decided to bar the door with her desk and her books.

When that happened we all headed upstairs and tried to convince her to come out, none were successful, she was being extra petulant that day.

Eventually mom got tired of asking and requested for Yamamoto to enter the room, he obliged. With one hand he pushed on the door and opened it. Jaune was surprised, it hadn't been just her desk and few books, it had been her desk and a mountain of books. He was pretty sure someone was capable of dying if they got buried under that amount, but that wasn't the shocking part. What was shocking was the casual ease with which his grandfather did it. It was as though a regular person were pushing open a door. Just no resistance at all.

The room lay bare to them now and upon the bed wrapped in a layer of covers was Luna, peacefully sleeping. Yamamoto continued to acquiesce the request and proceeded forward grabbing Luna cover and all as if she were a human burrito and he brought her downstairs and placed the human cover hybrid down on a chair. Needless to say Luna had been awoken and annoyed. Since that day though she has been to breakfast earlier, still late, but not as late as other times and Hazel hasn't needed to go grab her even once this week.

"Alright everyone let's dig in" His mom said aloud and so everyone began to eat.

The breakfast laid out was delicious, classic eggs and bacon with a side of hash browns. As Jaune dug in he wondered what types of Grimm he would be killing and as he daydreamed of being a hero breakfast went by in the blink of an eye.

As everyone got up and went to do their own thing Jaune began to follow Yamamoto to the back yard.

"So gramps you said we're hunting Grimm today right? Where are we going? How will we get there? What will the Grimm be like? Can we-"

Before he could continue, his grandfather turned towards him and grabbed his shoulder. Suddenly the world blurred.

The world stopped in about a second, but Jaune felt nauseous and fell to his knees as he tried to keep himself from throwing up. After a good moment he managed to compose himself.

"What the heck gramps" He questioned as he looked up and then around him noticing he wasn't in his backyard anymore and was in a forest clearing.

Nothing. More precisely nothing except the vast forest surrounding him. Endless trees in all directions and missing from this picture, to Jaune's slowly building dread, was his grandfather.

"Gramps?" He questioned aloud trying to keep his cool

He repeated himself a few more times before each call getting just a bit louder than before until he was shouting into the forest.

Nothing, no response, no grandfather, and now even the forest had gone silent. What could've caused him to end up here?

Obviously his grandfather did something, the odd experience started when he grabbed his shoulder, but what if it wasn't on purpose? Worse yet what if it wasn't him? What if it was a new type of Grimm?!

As Jaune began looked around a bit more his mind kept going into what ifs. He was spiraling into paranoia with no answers in sight and in that moment he heard something that stopped him dead in his tracks.

"GROWWWL"

Slowly turning around hoping that he heard incorrectly he unfortunately found himself face to face with a beowolf. It was massive, Jaune didn't realize that beowolfs were this large.

Jaune gulped, and subconsciously got into his stance after pulling Crocea Mors off his belt. He quietly thanked the brother gods that he had been starting to take the sword everywhere since that night. He unfortunately didn't get another moment to think.

It charged.

Fast!' Thought Jaune as he pulled up his shield bent his knees and braced for its impact. He would absorb the first blow then counterattack once it's momentum had stopped.

What a mistake. As soon as the grimm closed the distance it swung it's massive hand and the impact sent him careening of his feet despite his readiness.

It was hard to breathe, the impact had sent him flying and had made him land on his back. His shield arm felt numb, but through all this he kept his eye on the Grimm. It was already moving towards him again.

'Okay no direct blocks, that thing hits way too hard' he thought to himself trying to think of a better way to deal with it.

With a grunt he quickly got off the ground and settled into his stance again. If blocking wouldn't work then he would have to bleed off the brunt of its attack by redirecting it.

It was upon him, and this time he angled his shield and moved in such a way that the Grimms claw was sent off to the side. His shield arm hurt more, but now its flank was open and through training and discipline he took his chance.

"Haaa!" He shouted as he put as much of his strength into the overhead swing of his sword.

It struck true. It hit the beowolf right in the middle of its upper left torso. A killing blow on any man for sure, unfortunately he wasn't fighting a man and the wound was just not deep enough.

With an enraged growl the beowolf reared up the hand he deflected away and backhanded him. He couldn't position his shield properly in time and took the brunt of the attack with his shoulder and torso. It hurt.

Even as he was sent flying across the clearing, pain encompassed his entire being radiating in waves originating from his shoulder. He dropped his sword and rolled as he landed letting out a pained shout. It was hard to think straight, he was hurting more than even the days gramps began to train his focus through pain. Still he looked up towards his enemy.

The beowolf slowly moved towards him, almost mockingly. Where the Grimm would charge at him before, now it put one foot in front of the other in an agonizingly slow manner, approaching him ever so slowly.

Jaune tried to push himself up, but he only failed to achieve that again and again. Each failure leaving the grimm across the clearing just a bit closer to him. He was going to die.

'don... ..ve ..p'

He was going to die and the last thing on his mind would be a weird voice.

'don't ..ve .p'

He heard it again, but it was garbled like a scroll with a bad signal. He scanned his surroundings once again confirming that no one was around. He was going to die and the cherry on top was that he would go insane only moments before.

He was in pain, his mind was frayed, and worst of all his mom was never going to recover from this.

That last thought gave him pause.

His family, they weren't going to survive his death. They had barely survived the passing of their father, but if he went and joined him their family would break.

'No, I can't do that to them!' Jaune thought to himself.

He grit his teeth as he reforged his will and as he doubled his efforts to get up he heard one loud word clearly reverberate through his head.

'FIGHT!'

In-between his useless but more frantic struggles to get up he felt warmth and strength spread throughout his body and the pain from his shoulder dulled. A golden glow shimmered over his skin, he didn't know what it was, but now able to stand he took a look at his opponent.

It was rushing towards him again. Jaune knew this would be his final stand and he had to make it count. His sword was laying on the ground far to his right, so he had to make do with his shield.

He held his shield in front of himself with both arms, he bent his knees, and with a powerful kick off the ground he charged straight towards the Grimm.

"RAGGHHHHHHH" he shouted as he sped towards the Grimm.

It roared in response and sped up.

He was almost upon it, but he didn't leap to bash his shield into it yet.

'Closer' he thought

It was a few feet away from him.

'Closer!'

It was only a foot away from him.

'Closer!!'

It swung its arm at him.

'NOW!'

He lowered his head and leaned forward as it swung leaving the offending claw missing him by a hairs width. He was within it's defense.

With as much force and rage as he could muster he braced his shield and performed a leaping shield bash with his full weight and speed against the beowolfs head.

Its head snapped up and backwards with a sickening crack as its body lifted off the ground and flew a few short meters in the same direction.

Jaune lay on the ground flat on his stomach panting raggedly. He had done it, he survived.

His feelings of elation were cut short as a few wolf-like figures emerged out of the forest. They were different from the one he had fought, they had much less bone armor and were far less large.

It didn't matter though. Jaune had spent beyond his everything already. He had pushed through wounds and peril to end the first beast, he knew we could not even muster the attempt to get up.

As he lay there with his heavy breaths as the only responsibility to the beowolfs growls that grew closer he cursed within his mind.

'This is so unfair, I pushed so hard, I tried my best, all just to die in some unknown woods'

He wanted to cry out at the world for the unfairness of it, but he didn't even have the ability to calm his lungs which felt like they were gulping down and trying to drown on oxygen.

'i'm sorry mom' He thought to himself as he closed his eyes and braced himself for his fate.

"I'm disappointed, I thought I trained you better than this." Said a voice from behind Jaune to the right.

His eyes shot open. He couldn't even turn his head, but he knew that voice.

'Gramps?' he questioned in his mind, unable to voice his confusion.

"Although I suppose I must congratulate you for your first victory, it still seems that I haven't been pushing you hard enough." his grandfather continued even as the pack of beowolfs got closer.

"I understand your limits much better now and will not have to treat you like glass during your training."

As he finished that statement he walked into Jaune's field of view, his back facing towards him as he looked at the pack.

"Prepare yourself for I have seen your limits and I will have you surpass them, even if I have to drag you across the line where your limits lay kicking and screaming"

Jaune despite his exhaustion felt a massive shiver go through his body sparring not a single hair or toe.

The beowolfs were almost upon them and Yamamoto fully turned around to look at him.

"Is that clear boyo?"

The beowolfs were leaping at back and he wanted to tell him to watch out but his lungs still refused to cooperate. All he could do was watch in despair and then suddenly be confused as his grandfather blurred for a single second and the Grimm charging his grandfather exploded into violent mists of darkness.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" he questioned the young blonde

Bewilderment colored the young Arcs face as he could not comprehend what he witnessed and so his simply responded by passing out.

*Yamamoto PoV*

He looked upon the unconscious body.

He needed to train him much harder, honestly he had been going quite easy on the young lad. Who could blame him though? Jaune was human and the only people Yamamoto ever trained were Shinigami, he didn't fully understand where the limits of his body were.

Now thanks to this encounter today he understood how much he could push. He had placed him in a situation where he could go beyond his limits. He had a clear understanding of how hard he could push Jaune to have him break those limits even if the boy cracked a bit under the pressure.

Although maybe having him fight an alpha Grimm right off the bat was a bit cruel. It was definitely the fastest way to prevent him from growing a big head. Thanks to his ability to make his students stronger with little time the strength would go to their heads, the attitudes of his alumni would need to be tempered in a similar fashion in the future.

Walking over to the crumpled form of his student he placed a hand on the shoulder where he saw him get hit and his hand began to glow green. He was using healing Kidō.

Even though he wasn't as good as Unohana he still has many years of experience using it throughout his 3,000 years of life. To be honest he didn't understand too much about the Kidō, he only understood the way his spiritual power was supposed to flow and the effects it was supposed to have. The minute details of such things were for the captains of the healing division and the likes of Urahara and Kurotsuchi.

Jaune wasn't a spirit so he wasn't sure what effect it would have on him, but even so he hoped it would work. If it didn't Yamamoto supposed he would at least learn how his power interacted with the people of this world.

As he pumped more power into the nameless healing Kidō to his surprise he felt a pull at his reserves from the young Arc. It was miniscule and actually less than what he would exude on a daily basis back in the soul society, but it was there.

Yamamoto allowed the pull of his reserves and observed as a golden translucent shield settled over the young ones skin, his breathing began to even out too.

Fascinating.

Yamamoto could still not sense a difference in the teens spiritual pressure and the makeup of his soul did not feel any different. In fact he could feel his soul more clearly than ever before and it felt just as human.

He had noticed a similar thing with a very small number of people in the town namely Violet and Ilos. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time and presumed their souls to just be stronger or for it to be a normal peculiarity amongst the people of this world. Obviously something more was afoot.

The pull on his reserves stopped and the shimmering effect over the youths skins settled. Taking this as a sign Yamamoto stopped his healing Kidō and looked him over.

He appeared to be sleeping peacefully, no loud breaths and his face was no longer set in a grimace. Good, time to wake him up.

He walked over to the side of the boy, slid a foot under him which began to stir the boy awake, and then sent him flying as he lifted his leg giving Jaune massive momentum.

Jaune squealed as he returned to consciousness only to realize he was doing his best imitation of flying a bird. How amusing.

"Wake up boy there's still light and thus there's still training for you to do. Your weakness has been shown to you now it's time to overcome it." Yamamoto stated in a resolute voice even as mirth could be seen dancing in his eyes.

All Jaune could do in response was grunt as gravity yearned for him too much to let him go and made him kiss the ground.

Yamamoto noted there was a brief shimmer of translucent gold when the boy impacted the ground.

Did it also protect him?

Yamamoto smiled. He was going to push him so much harder than before if that was the case.

*Jaune PoV*

I felt something uncomfortable in my mid section. What is that I'm just trying to sleep.

As I begin to open my eyes I suddenly gain momentum upwards.

'WHAT THE HECK!' I frantically thought as I opened my eyes and saw the ground and my grandpa getting further from me. He said something, but I could quite focus on what it was as currently I wasn't touching the bloody ground!

I didn't have time to question things as I, like many others, fell to the clutches of gravity and hit the ground quite quickly.

Luckily my face broke my fall. Ouch.

I sat up after and began to rub at my face, my eyes were a bit watery, but not watery enough to not be able to see my assailant.

"What the heck gramps!" I yelled at him

"You were asleep during training, if you were my old student I would have done much worse"

'Training?' he questioned to himself as confusion marred his face before it slowly shifted into somberness.

That's right he was supposed to be training, but he almost died today. He shivers as he realizes how close he was to not being here. How close was to breaking his family. He didn't deserve to be a hunter. He was a failure, he'd been training so hard all for nothing, the first Grimm he ever encountered had almost killed him, and he was left so weak from fighting him the others would have eaten him if not for gramps.

Whack!*

"Owwwww!" exclaimed Jaune as he clutched his head and looked up at the assaulting apparatus.

It was a stick.

More precisely the stick his grandfather always had with him, and currently had outstretched as he had just used it. His gramps looked a bit annoyed.

"Once again gramps, what the heck?!" yelled the teen.

"You were distracted and I was talking, back in my days that was a sin punishable by death" said Yamamoto

Jaune stayed quiet for a bit as he thought about what to say.

Eventually he spoke.

"...sorry. It's just... well was everything I did pointless?" Jaune said in a low voice as he failed to meet his grandfather's eyes. His chest felt tight.

"I trained so hard, I tried my best, I went to sleep in pain and woke up worse, but even with all that I... I still lost to the first Grimm I mEet..." he stated as his voice began to crack. It felt hard for him to breathe normally.

Tears began fall and the young Arc tried to rub them away, but the dam had been opened and his tears would just not stop.

"I'm nO hunter... I'm just... I'm just a failure" he let out in-between the beginning of sobs.

Whack!*

Jaune stopped crying. He clutched his head in more shock than pain and looked up at his grandfather.

For the first time ever, Jaune saw him angry.

His face was still stoic, but his eyes had lost the familiar warmth he was used to seeing.

"Foolish boy" He snapped at him

Jaune was dumbfounded, he wanted to retort but his grandfather was not yet finished berating him.

"Do you think a tree grows in a single day?" He said with a raised voice but not yet shouting at him, honestly it felt just as bad.

'What?' Jaune though confused, what the hell did a brothers damned tree have to do with him?

"Maybe you think that rivers cut through mountains in the same amount of time? Or do you also believe that a babe can match a full grown man within a year?" Yamamoto continued.

"You know well that none of these things happen within a day, so tell me why do you believe you who has not had time to mature, has already reached his limits?"

Suddenly things clicked for Jaune, his grandfather was saying that he still hadn't seen the efforts of his training.

"Will you give up? Will you let this diminutive setback have your dream fall through your hands like sand?" Yamamoto asked in a less heated tone and a much more stone cold tone, it was disappointment coloring his voice "Will you let your failure consume you, let your fear deny you, and your shame restrain you?"

As he heard these words Jaune felt a burning warmth spread throughout his face, it was shame. His grandfather was right for one little stumble he was acting so shamefully. He didn't want to give up, he didn't want to quit, he didn't want to let go of his dream and he especially didn't want to act so weak in front of the person who had dedicated so much of his time to helping him, he felt his determination once again start becoming resolute.

"Well?' Yamamoto said looking for a response

"...no" answered Jaune quietly.

"Louder"

"No" Jaune said with more confidence

"Louder!"

"NO! I want to be a hunter!" Jaune shouted standing up, his fears forgotten and his hesitation gone.

"Good." Yamamoto stated in his usual reserved tone. His eyes seemed to hold the smallest embers of pride within them though.

Yamamoto turned away from him.

"Understand this Jaune, even when it matters most in your life you will still be met with failure at times. That is the inevitability that is life, you can do everything right and still lose." He said pausing for a bit before continuing, "What matters is what you do after. You must push forward come hell or high water." Yamamoto said in a grave tone.

Those words felt the opposite of encouraging to Jaune, but he believed his grandfather was talking about his own experiences. If his grandfather had given up after he had his village destroyed he wouldn't be here today.

Jaune was feeling, well he didn't know what he was feeling, he guessed he could say he felt like a mess. A jumble of emotions all swallowing each other up as though they were fighting for dominance, but in that moment despite his inner conflict he steeled himself. He needed to be stronger.

"I can show you the path forward, but to walk upon it you will have to use your own effort, sweat, blood, tears, and resolve." He started and turned to face him.

They didn't say anything, they didn't need to. Yamamoto had said his piece and Jaune understood, not completely as something he would only learn with age, but he understood. He must not falter.

Yamamoto must have seen something on his face as he nodded to him and walked a few paces away.

"Pick up your sword we have training to do" Yamamoto said

Jaune complied, and as he grabbed his things he thought to himself, 'My grandfather really is the best'

*Ironwood PoV*

Ironwood sat on his desk in his office. Ironwood's office was a circular room featuring dark blue metallic walls and windows which can fade to become opaque. The floors of Ironwood's office were shown to depict constellations in the form of golden stars, reflecting his love for astronomy.

He was worried. Ozpin and the others didn't seem to care much about the fire pillar and he couldn't for the life of him understand why. Sure maybe it was just a tiny bit excessive of him to send part of his military to scour all the clothing shops in the kingdom of Atlas, and maybe some people would be correct in saying that taking in the owner of some of the shops for interrogation was a bit too far. But damnit if they didn't have anything to hide they should just cooperate!

He took a deep breath and sighed as he activated his semblance. Mettle. The way he had described his semblance to the others was that it strengthened his resolve and allowed him to hyper focus on situations. That wasn't entirely true except for the hyper focus, but the others didn't need to know that it essentially made him a sociopath.

As his semblance took control he sighed in relief. Clarity. It was as though he had been looking at the world through a fogged up window and the fog was suddenly gone. Without the weight of his emotions and care for other people he felt so much more efficient.

The soldiers of the kingdom were reporting nothing back, and realistically they would probably find nothing. He would need to make some type of excuse as to why had been turning the shops inside out and make reparations so that no greater consequences would fall. The reparation would also help positively shift perception towards him, if that didn't work, well he could always incite the faunus community to go on strike so that the general populace would be distracted with them instead of him, maybe he should preemptively start that. Decisions decisions.

"General Ironwood Sir"

A voice broke him from his thoughts.

He looked over to the door to his office and saw Winter Schnee entering. She is a tall and fair-skinned young woman with slate-blue eyes, black eyebrows, and long white hair. The latter of which tied back in a bun that is high on the left side of the back of her head, along with bangs along right side of her face and a small curled lock of hair down the left just above her shoulder.

"Specialist Schnee" he acknowledged her presence

"Sir" She stood before him and saluted

"At ease specialist. What brings you here?" he asked, "I'm sure I assigned you and your team to find the origins of the item." Yes he had even assigned even the specialist units to help with the search, bite him.

"That's just it sir, we've found a lead." she answered.

Had he not been keeping his semblance active, Ironwood was sure he would have jumped up from his seat and demanded answers in a rather unruly fashion.

Instead he just, "I see, very well done. Pass me the files and give me a verbal report." calmly asked.

"Sir" she said as she moved towards him and handed him a file. He didn't know whether she was acknowledging his orders or asking for forgiveness for approaching. As much as he liked how much Winter would stick to the rules, it was a bit inefficient sometimes.

He grabbed the file and began to look it over.

"You may begin" he stated.

"Very well. During the past month most units have been going throughout all the clothing shops in the kingdom with little to no luck. It was only yesterday thanks to Private Dier first name Sol remembering that his family outside of Atlas had clothing with similar buttons that we were able to trace the origins of the button to have come from a manufacturing facility. The facility belongs to the group named VitaTech Innovations." she paused and took a breath before continuing. "This company mostly focuses on Technology, Health and Furniture, but they do have a very small branch of it focused on apparel and providing raw material to make apparel at high quality. They do not compete within Atlas, at least with the clothing branch, and actually ship out their raw material to the different kingdoms. There are 178 different locations to which they ship out materials, but only 27 of those orders contain buttons and are ordered regularly." she finished looking upon him expectantly.

Ironwood thought this was tremendous news. After not even one clue for the past month they have suddenly found the perfect lead. The fact that he would have to investigate in other kingdoms was a bit unfavorable though and the slow gears of bureaucracy in order to have authority for his army to search there would leave the trail colder than it already was... unless...

"Specialist Schnee, I have a new mission for you and your team. It will be long term and it will be tough." He voice boomed as his mind was made on what he was going to do.

"My team and I are ready, Sir." She responded with a salute.

"Good. You and your team will be following up on all these trails. You will go to the shops and by any means figure out whether or not they have had customers in the past month come in for fixing of their apparel that's needed the same button as the one you were assigned to search for." He passed letting her absorb the information a bit before continuing.

"Once you manage to find the customers ascertain whether or not they were at ground zero on the day of the eruption. The full weight of Atlas is behind you so do not be afraid to hack their scrolls or take a more brutal approach in order to find the truth of their locations on said day. Do try to be discreet, but it's not a priority if you find a lead.You will leave the day after tomorrow. Dismissed."

With one final salute operative Winter Schnee turned away from him and walked out the door in order to begin preparing.

This was big. Ironwood should probably tell Ozpin, but maybe only once he found the source. Then no matter which way things would throw down he would have a target and an army ready to bare down upon it.

Soon things were going to hit the fan and he wanted to be ready.

(AN: wow would you look at the time! teehee. In all seriousness I got bored of the story cuz I already saw the ending in my head, but then I was like damn I fuckin hate it when authors just abandon stories without even a notice, which led to me writing again. So don't worry, even if we have to crawl to the finish line((and we crawl for years)) we'll make it. (o.o)b -thats a thumbs up)

(AN2: As always leaves reviews, comments, memes, SSNs, Critiques, memes, food, morality, philosophy, text art, suggestions. Until next time)