"That's…!"
"What the hell is she doing back here?"
"I heard she killed someone…"
"Oh oh you remember how she beat down Nikos during their spars? A monster like that shouldn't be allowed to walk without an ankle tracker."
"Since when did she beat Nikos? All these rumors about her flying about and this is the one you latch onto?"
"I don't give a damn either way, I'll be more than happy to stay away from her…"
The hushed whispers traced along the expanse of her skin, running boiling anger that seethed to the background of Beacon's insensible gossip. She kept her head low, focusing on tempering the white-hot flames of useless anger licking up the base of her neck, a steady burn that rose before burrowing its way into her cheeks.
As always, Beacon was as swift in its sentencing as it was quick to pass judgement. Packs of gaping students parted as she walked down the hall, and as she passed by the masses, she could feel the stares that were undoubtedly driven into her back, unrelenting and assuming.
Though she supposed she could hardly blame them; had she still been enrolled, she probably would've steered clear of the troublemakers herself. Regardless, she walked on, disregarded the eyes that watched her make for Ozpin's office, disregarded them all as they grew astonished the longer they peered, as they came to realize that this girl, adorned in handcuffs and an Aura nullifying collar, was very much not who they thought they had glimpsed at the beginning of the school year.
Though in Ruby's honest opinion, they had hardly known her at all.
A grunt of exertion from behind brought a contained grin to her face, sharp, and ever so slightly devilish. It was a simple act of rebellion that she had smoothly lengthened her hasted strides, and though she herself was more than able to maintain this poise without so much as a toiled breath, the same could not be said for the two officers that were supposed to escort her down to Ozpin.
She had no doubts that their faces were strained, struggling to match her pace that set them between the awkward stages of brisk walking, and outright jogging. She did feel a little bad for them…just a little, but she had overheard one of them complaining about Crescent Rose's weight, remembered how he had called her baby 'oversized farming equipment', and now that…that she couldn't forgive.
So it was with a self-assured hum that she continued on her way, resigning the officers to an impromptu workout in the halls of Beacon Academy. A fitting punishment to the crime in her opinion.
The Aura collar sparked knowingly once again, and she couldn't help the involuntary jerk that escaped as a result, gritting her teeth as she rode the wave of taunting pinches that pulled at the raw skin underneath the collar. She had spent the night in her cell, with this infernal collar on, and she could safely say: She despised it.
It felt like a part of her had been muted, bound and forced into silence, and staying grounded for so long when her soul yearned otherwise was a torture in itself. That in addition to the handcuffs…oh the damn handcuffs.
She glared at the heavy set of chain linked cuffs that adorned her wrists, weighing them down with an implicit demand for submission and obedience, digging in and engraving the mark of a criminal into her bones. Honestly, what did they think she was going to do? It wasn't like she was a bloodthirsty…
"Ruby?"
She stopped, eyes widening as she soaked in the gentle voice that echoed behind. She truly had not considered the thought of meeting her here, her old team had been a possibility that had reigned dominant at the forefront of her mind, but not her.
She turned around hesitantly, peering past the shoulder of an officer, meeting a pair of conflicted green eyes, riptides of tumultuous shock and worry that strangely assuaged her frustrations.
"Pyrrha."
An officer maneuvered to face her, blocking Pyrrha from view as he wiped the sweat from his brow, a tardy attempt at appearing collected. "Miss Nikos! My apologies but please, do not let this criminal trouble you. We will get her out of your-"
Pyrrha smiled, thinned but polite, one that Ruby understood perfectly. It was a smile for the cameras, a smile for the papers, a smile that reflected 'Pyrrha Nikos – The Pride of Mistral' in a diamond studded mirror, the champion that the public fawned over, heaping praises even while they forwent understanding who Pyrrha was beneath the crown and armor.
It worked like a charm, causing the officer to break out in a grin even as Pyrrha shook her head lightly. "Please do not fret. I merely wish for a chance to speak to her personally. To dissuade her from any future notions of criminal intent and what not, I'm sure you understand."
Glancing off the side to his colleague who shrugged disinterestedly, he relented without much resistance, stepping aside to let Ruby approach Pyrrha. It was then, with Pyrrha fully revealed, did she realize she had her team with her.
The lightning hammer girl, the cool gun sickle blade guy, and the…um…
"Jaune!"
Jaune! See? Miltia was wrong when she claimed Ruby only remembered people based on the uniqueness of their weapons. Speaking of Jaune, he had postured himself in front of Pyrrha, eyeing Ruby wearily as she approached.
Ruby rolled her eyes, nudging her head off to the side, not so much dismissive as it was a suggestion. "Look, it's really cute with you being her knight and all, but I can't really see how I could be a threat to Pyrrha Nikos with all this metal hanging off me."
Jaune narrowed his eyes, a firm resolution settling in as he puffed his chest, crossing his arms in defiance. It was clear to Ruby that combat expertise didn't come easy to him, as he failed to realize that the crossing of his arms served nothing more than an ineffective attempt at an intimidating gesture, completely useless in defense should she for some reason decide to strike.
Yet, Ruby had an inkling that he knew his failings, judging the way his eyes darted around, though despite his shortcomings, he had decided to stand in defense of Pyrrha anyway, against what the newspapers had called: 'A dangerous fugitive.'
Fiercely protective, loyal to a fault. They might've made good friends in another time.
Pyrrha settled a melding hand on his shoulder, patting him lightly as she smirked, eyes crinkling with a strange fondness. "Relax Jaune, I'm glad you're trying to protect me, but don't worry, Ruby won't hurt me."
Ah, so it was like that then.
Ruby scoffed, unable to resist the edge of a tease that had crept into her voice. "Don't worry so much about your girlfriend, she can handle herself."
The subsequent red flush that crept up the length up their necks drew out a short laugh from her, and as Jaune broke out in the beginnings of a frantic sputter, she was oddly stricken with deep, drowning, melancholia, terrible by its nature.
Was this what it would've been like in Beacon? Was this what had been stolen from her?
As the hammer girl stepped forward to pull Jaune away, she fixed Ruby with a warning glare, though there was a flicker of amusement that made its home under the shade of tenacity, further driving in the notion that she had missed out on something, wrestled from her grasp before she had a chance to ponder at its warmth.
Oh well…We play with the cards we are dealt.
"You better not pull anything funny Ruby, or I'll break your legs!"
Ruby blinked owlishly, flicking between the girl and the gun sickle guy who just merely nodded, though he appeared more assured that Ruby wasn't going to do anything. "Duly noted."
Pyrrha waved them away as they proceeded down the path to the cafeteria, struggling against the rosy tint that layered her cheeks, though to no avail.
"So…Jaune huh?"
Pyrrha ducked her head into her palms, wiping furiously at her cheeks like it would've filed away the embarrassment as simply as a stain. "Shut up Ruby."
She grinned knowingly as she elbowed Pyrrha, laughing through the roguish swats at her shoulder that came as a result. Then, Pyrrha's eyes raised from her hands, and she saw them dip to the collar that encased her neck, an ugly, glaring thing that boded trouble for all that approached.
She saw the way Pyrrha dimmed, before glancing towards the metal cuffs that restrained her hands, the mark of someone in too deep, someone that her parents and the adoring public would damn without a second thought. It probably would've been a scandal for 'The Pride of Mistral' to be seen consorting with a criminal, especially one that had garnered enough attention to warrant postings in the newspapers.
…But she was also Pyrrha, just Pyrrha, and Ruby had never understood her as anything else.
"What happened Ruby?"
Ruby dipped her head, eyes cast to the side. "Didn't you hear? I'm a murderer-"
She looked up at the request of the hand that rested on her shoulder, firm and resolute, steadying in its fortitude. "The Ruby I dueled against was strong, yet she never struck out against those that had hurt her, not even as the threat of her expulsion loomed. So may everyone else forgive me, but I don't believe that Ruby Rose would stoop to murder, especially against those who had done her no harm."
For a moment, she had no idea what to say, no idea how to reply in the face of such fierce defense of her character. She struggled to form thoughts, but they could never close the distance and match the scale of Pyrrha's belief in her, regardless they all managed one factor in common; they all screamed their objections.
"I'm… not so sure your trust is well placed Pyrrha. Our duels allowed me a release that no one could match, I'm not so sure I would've been able to cope otherwise. I've changed, and I've taken part in things that I should be scorned for."
"Did you do it? The murders?"
"No, but I was there."
"Did you know they were going to die?"
"…No, it doesn't change anything."
Pyrrha broke out into a somber smile, before patting at her shoulder, smoothing out a crease that Ruby didn't know had been nibbling away at her skin, eating its way towards her soul. "It changes enough."
The sound of heavy boots impacting the carpet clobbered her ears, and she shot Pyrrha a meaningful smile before turning to meet the officer. He was nervous, eyeing the ostentatious grandfather clock that emitted the gentle beginnings of a chime, though it had a contradictory effect on most nearby students who had stopped at a distance to gawk at Pyrrha and Ruby, who realized that they had been thrown off schedule by their spontaneous bout of astonishment, rushing off before they got detention for their tardiness.
"Sorry Miss Nikos, but we really must get going. The Headmaster should be expecting her any minute now."
Nodding politely at the officer, Pyrrha followed with a look of concern, encasing Ruby's arm in a gentle grasp. "What you are going to do Ruby?"
Ruby shot her a smile, assured and determined, ever so slightly teetering the edge of a smirk. "The right thing I hope. That's the best we can ever do, isn't it?"
Pyrrha beamed, releasing Ruby's arm, raising her palm in a small dainty wave. "Indeed. Goodbye Ruby, take care."
"You too Pyrrha."
She let herself be dragged away by the officer, continuing down the twisting hallways towards Ozpin's office, though she progressed at a slower pace this time, a small thanks to the officer who had entertained her detour.
Had her little trip to Beacon concluded in such an interaction, she might've had her good mood maintained all throughout. Too bad for CRDL.
"Well! If it isn't Ruby Rose, little Miss Dropout! Gotta say, those cuffs suit you."
Ruby swerved her eyes to team CRDL, who walked intrusively at her side. She wished she could've said she didn't recognize them, but it was hard to refute her memory of them being just about the biggest annoyances in Beacon right from the very start. Great, just as things were looking up for once.
"Cardin. Already beginning to forget our duels? I'll make you a deal, take the collar off, let me keep the cuffs; I'll beat you down and leave time to spare for me to make my appointment with Ozpin."
Upon hearing the snickering of passing students, Cardin looked indignant, his hands balled and alive with a badly disguised temper. "Listen here you-"
An officer interjected, glaring at Cardin as he barked: "Back off kid! Keep your hands to yourself unless you don't mind being arrested as well."
Cardin rolled his eyes, opting to turn his attention to his teammates instead, a provoking grin warping his features. "Glad we got the collar on this one. Remember how rabid she was in duels? I'm starting to think the Faunus aren't the only animals we have in Beacon after all."
Ruby remained silent, refusing to give Cardin a reaction, even as Russell joined in his mockery of her. "And and, how callous does she have to be to dump even her own sister! Xiao Long must've been, oh so sad."
Cardin shot a look at Ruby, egging her for a reaction. "Maybe being outcast by her own sister and team took a toll on her. I wonder if Yang needs any comfort after hearing about her criminal sister, I know a guy who would readily be there to provide."
That…that released something. Molten and infernal, it coursed through her with a roaring flame, razing her stores of patience to ashen embers. It clawed its way behind her ribcage, nestled itself next to her incensed heart, and whispered destruction that tempted, destruction that fulfilled. Far too alluring was it to be ignored, not when it was deserved, not when her sister had been brought into play.
Leaning ever so slightly towards Cardin, she hid her eyes behind the tresses of bedimming strands that fell across her face, not attempting in any way to hide the hint of snarling danger that spun rhythmically along her unhurried words.
"Could you say that again Cardin? I couldn't quite believe what I just heard, considering you and your team are quite literally outcast by everyone else in this school. I guess they either realized you weren't worth their time of day, or they were disgusted when they noticed that the only reason you got into this school, was your parent's money."
A snarl ripped from Cardin, who ignored the officer's attempts at warding him off to grab harshly at Ruby. "Who the fuck do you think…"
His tirade was tuned out, and all Ruby could hear was how blood roared in her ears, so ferocious in its tenacity that she could smell copper. Even now without her semblance, Ruby was sure she could move faster than Cardin could ever hope to react, faster than he could bring up his Aura.
A bringing of her hands together, a hard satisfying swing across his face, using his disorientation to wrap the chain around his neck, followed by a knee to the back and one, hard, tug; he would have a bruise he would never forget, a scar that would sculpt itself into flesh and memory.
He would never hurt anyone again, not without the feeling of cold steel biting into his neck, not without the anamnesis of a cracking windpipe. It would be so easy, what was another assault charge on top of the existing?
It changes enough…
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.
.
What was she doing? Cardin was an asshole, but he was just that, an asshole. An intolerable, racist, idiot, that was undeniably innocent in the grand scheme. Since when had she entertained such thoughts? Since when was she willing to compromise on who she hurt?
Ruby glanced at her hands, clenched tightly into a ball, taut and shaking with the thought of adrenaline. She was shaking, not to the frequency of fear, nor to her disgust, but to the excitement that had throbbed momentarily at the thought of Cardin getting his dues, an ampule of igneous, intoxicating salvo that had coursed straight to her head.
Idly, she noted that Cardin had stopped speaking some time ago, that his team had been chased off by the arrival of someone, and that there was only one Professor bar the Headmaster who would scare off CDRL. But she couldn't dwell on that fact, nor was she able to appreciate their absence, not when all she could do was stare at her hands, trembling and coiled with a savage fervor.
"Good morning officers, allow me to join you. I'll ensure that we don't encounter anymore interruptions in the interest of the Headmaster's time."
Oh…this was a problem.
She stared, oh how she stared; blatant, enticed and rapt. It was a beautiful thing, her fury, the way it brimmed and bled through her skin, hardly veiled at all.
For a moment there, she had looked like she was about to tear everything down, like she would scorch Beacon down to sordid foundations if only to rid the school of people like that insufferable boy. She would've liked to see that.
But her hate, despite being beautifully volatile, was nothing special. Beacon was full of people like Ruby, wronged and spiteful, backstories of tragedies to be despaired over. She was here with Emerald and Mercury, wasn't she? They all certainly fit that criterion. No, hate was nothing special at all, her uniqueness lay with her eyes.
She had silver eyes.
"These warriors are dangerous. Never have I encountered one not highly skilled in their own right, and among all those that have fallen to me, you would best none of them. Listen to me and listen well child, their power is not to be underestimated."
Their power… she remembered the trickle of fear that had entered her when her master spoke of them like they were weapons, honed and burnished with caution. But she also remembered the anger, how she had been belittled, how she had been lowered to chasing a mere isolated Fall Maiden while the rest hunted for real power.
If this power was so great, if Salem feared it so much that she would despair at any reported appearance of one of its wielders, it sounded like something she needed. She would rip it from this unqualified girl then, learn its secrets, and perhaps, when Salem finally understood her worth, she would be allowed all the power she could ever hope to seek.
She eyed the little pack as they made their way for the old man's office, now escorted by the Headmistress, etching the beginnings of a new desire that thrived in her growing smirk. Ducking a hand into her skirt pocket, she fished out her scroll, her fingers gliding across the screen as she typed her new mission parameters into an encrypted chat.
'Something has caught my eye, be ready for my next tasking.'
"When and how did you exit Vale, and if you didn't, how did you remain undetected for so long? Were you sheltered? Are you affiliated in anyway with any gangs both local and otherwise?"
Ruby shifted in her chair before rubbing at her ears; an action that seemed oddly reminiscent. "Jeez, straight to playing twenty questions? Call off your attack banshee Ozpin, then maybe we can have a civilized discussion."
Ozpin merely stared, relinquishing no words that conveyed his emotions, opting for pure unadulterated silence. It was a little unnerving actually, the probing intensity that he bore into her, like he was sorting through her experiences from the past months, dissecting and analyzing what he needed for himself.
As the silence stretched, Ruby wasn't sure he was going to speak at all, the thought that they might stay deadlocked like this wearing down her patience. But eventually, he averted his eyes to the officers, nodding sharply. "Thank you for your time Officers, I would like to engage the detainee privately now."
Both the Officers nodded back an affirmative, but one of them stepped forward, footsteps clear and steady with intention. His rank sported an extra bar and seemed that little braver than the other.
"With no disrespect Headmaster, my superiors have instructed me to remind you that custody of Ruby Rose will have to be remanded back to the VPD, and that an armored transport has already been arranged to the industrial district for her pre-trial detention at Vale Prison. It is as such that we expect Beacon to honor-"
Ozpin held a hand up, and the room fell silent. His eyes were piercing, darkened ever so slightly with his mouth set in a thin line. Oh, he was pissed.
"I understand the laws better than anyone Officers, more intricately and fluently than you or your superiors will ever realize. The custody of Ruby Rose is not in the question, and Beacon will abide by the rules that govern our city, this…kind reminder is not required, nor appreciated."
The officer took a hasty step back, joining his colleague and throwing up a frantic salute. "My apologies Headmaster! We meant no disrespect, truly. We be ready nearby to receive your call whenever you are done."
"See that you are."
With that, the officers retreated briskly, stumbling ever so slightly, though they ensured to close the door gingerly despite their haste, shying away from Ozpin's wrath. The click of the door echoed off the walls like a finality, and the coat of purple that twisted the lock shut hinted at the gravity of what they had to discuss.
Matching Ozpin's glare was a difficult task, one that bore seemingly menial fruit, yet it defined the balance of the conversations to take place, and when one had their wrists and neck encased in iron, it was advisable to seize all the control they could possibly get.
"Ozpin. Great to see you again, though I must apologize for my appearance, and on a loosely related note, you really should have someone look into the beds for the holding cells at VPD Central Station."
THWACK
The crop that smacked onto the table prompted a raised eyebrow from her, accompanying a swift shift of her eyes to stare at the incensed Headmistress. "Glynda. I had thought you would want to be present for this."
"Ruby Rose. If you would think me so petty to trade barbs with an adolescent child who has no idea of the havoc she threatens to wreck, then perhaps Beacon wasn't the suitable place for your level of cognitive presence after all."
Ouch, although…
Ruby rolled her eyes, drumming her fingers rhythmically against her lap as she tried to ignore the way the grooves of the handcuffs bit into her skin, muttering softly: "You just did though."
Struggling to keep her expression neutral, she averted her eyes from the seething Glynda, directing her attention back to the reason she was here: A proper, civilized discussion between two disagreeing parties.
"Ozpin, let's not pretend that we aren't on the same side here. We both want Vale safe, we both want to uphold the…What did you call it during initiation Glynda, 'Incredible time of peace'? Which is why it's really confusing to me, and correct me if I have it wrong, why the hell haven't you run the White Fang out of Vale?"
Ozpin leaned forward ever so slightly, hunched with his fingers interlinked, staring and staring, his frown more pronounced like he despised her, or rather, her accusation. The tightness in his eyes pulled taut, and in that moment, a thought flickered past her mind, a reminder that Ozpin was a very, very powerful man, and that power rarely came without the compromise of morality.
"Miss Rose, I applaud your concern, and I praise your dedication to the safety of this city. But frankly, you haveno idea what you are dragging yourself into."
Ruby glared; her teeth gritted as she reigned in her frustration. "If this threat you speak of is so prominent, why don't I? Why don't any of the people in Vale know about this? You and Qrow worry about their fear, but fear is at its worst when it is of the unknown. If the White Fang succeeds in their plan, or if this threat you speak of arrives at our doorstep, it will be an unknown to us all, and that is when Vale truly stands no chance."
Ozpin straightened, his hands lowering to rest on the table. "I believe that against my wishes, Qrow has partially explained our agendas to you, to no avail, and I will not expect to change your mind if your own uncle could not. I will however say this: The single quality that is common across every living creature on this planet... is fear. It's funny then, that as common as fear is... we so easily underestimate its power, till its ramifications hail down on us."
From the corner of her eyes, Glynda raised her crop and encased a paper lounging on a nearby side table with her semblance, before drifting it over to rest in front of Ruby, positioned with conveniency in mind such that she needed only to bend her head slightly to read it.
What…
'prosecution to proceed on only one out of the several charges against the accused'…'an agreement negotiated between the prosecution and the defense'…'completion of her sentence and is to be placed under the custody of one Qrow Branwen'?
This was a-
"A plea deal, yes."
Ruby raised her eyes, confusion littering the edges of her mind as she tried to figure out Ozpin's angle. "What are you playing at? If I don't reveal the truth during my trial, you'll negotiate a lesser sentence? That's hardly anything, considering it should be clear I'm willing to go the mile if it means people will be all the better for it."
It was then, when Ozpin's eyes iced over, calculating beyond a scope she could fathom, cruelty that danced on bladed irises did she feel the beginnings of fear, rolling, and churning something fierce in her stomach.
"No. What this is, is mercy. This deal is non-negotiable, a one-time standing offer that closes the moment you walk out of this room. If you take this deal your silence will be expected, and you will merely be charged for carrying an unlicensed Class 2 Mechashift weapon. You will claim you were trying to prevent a crime which you were conveniently present at, and this statement will be backed by me."
His words were tuned to a warning, a blaring cacophony of threats, venom, and coercion.
"The VPD, playing along to my suggestions, will be 'woefully' ignorant of your actions in VPD Central, and you will then proceed to serve a little under a year, before being placed into Qrow's custody, following which he will undoubtedly organize transportation back to Patch where you will remain with your father."
Ruby forced down the lump in her throat, a touch of horror making itself known in the jittering of her breath, which she struggled to steady, lest she reveal how terrified she was of the answer to the question she was about to ask.
"A-and if I refuse?"
Ozpin remained detached, cold, like he was merely citing the conditions of a simple business deal, despite the transactions that gambled with her freedom and future. "Then your life will be worse than forfeit. Anything you say during the trial will be written off, and then I'll get involved personally. Criminal intimidation to cause death, murder, fear mongering with threats of terrorism, affiliation with an illegal gang-"
"You don't have proof of that!", Ruby interjected frantically, her eyes bulging, wide and horrified. Ozpin's subsequent cold glare left goosebumps crawling the length of her spine as he regarded her, a bone chilling sensation that examined every word she had just uttered, before shattering its meaning.
"I don't need proof. I can bring every charge under Remnant's shattered moon on your head, and the public won't bat an eye. 'Another criminal off the streets', they would say. I of course would be expected to give a statement, explaining how 'Ruby Rose was a troubled individual, and in no way reflects Beacon's standards'. Then, you would naturally be deemed too dangerous to be kept with the other prisoners due to the violent nature of your charges, too high a risk of someone getting hurt, or worse."
No…
"You would have to be put in solitary unfortunately, for the foreseeable future, and I hear the toll it takes on one's mind is heavy, such that the mad ramblings of the disturbed who emerge are much often disregarded. Ramblings such as a plot by the White Fang for example."
Was this really Ozpin, the noble Headmaster of Beacon? Was this the man that the public cherished, that blooming Hunters looked up to, that Qrow followed so diligently that he hung on his every word?
Her blood crawled underneath her skin, frigid and harrowing, her mind so overtaken that it felt like her brain had given way to a blight of ice that burned and crushed, grounding down everything that she had thought she knew about Ozpin into fine dust before she expelled it all in shuddering breaths.
"Qrow…Qrow wouldn't agree to this! He will-"
"He will accept it as it is, knowing you are out of the fight, somewhere no harm can befall his niece. He knows of this arrangement, and while I must admit 'content' is not the word that comes to mind, 'sufficient', is."
She swerved to Glynda, a plea escaping from her lips even before her darting eyes found her standing in the corner of the room where she had been since the beginning.
"You…you can't do this. Glynda, tell him he can't do this! He's the Headmaster of Beacon, a councilmember!"
Glynda shifted, her eyes dipping in the barest echo of her disquietude, before she snuffed it out beneath the crushing weight of the rigidness she donned. "I'm sorry Ruby, this is the only way. You brought this on yourself."
"Indeed Miss Rose."
Her eyes shifted back to Ozpin pleadingly, who appeared unflinchingly steadfast in his actions, staring Ruby down with viciousness tinted and accentuated by a shade of eclipsing brown. "You were warned, by Qrow, by me. As much as it doesn't seem like it, this deal is a kindness to you, Qrow, Tai… and Summer."
She barely registered the knock at the door, too lost in her own pounding skull, but her eyes flickered to Glynda as she raised her crop, a tinge of purple coating it as she activated her semblance, the soft unlocking of the lock almost lost to her ringing ears.
"I understand that you might have some reluctance to abandon your plan, especially since you've decidedly sacrificed so much in the pursuit of this mission. But I have some people that I hope will sway your mind, you're a bright girl Miss Rose, and I would hate to see such tenacity wasted. Enter!"
click
You're a little girl walking around Beacon like it's your playground.
Maybe you outta go back to Patch for a while, I mean this little excursion can't last forever right?
It is after much consideration, and discussion with your teammates and teachers, that the position of team leader is transferred and elected onto your partner, Weiss Schnee.
Author's Note:
I really really wanted to cram everything including the WBY interaction in this chapter… but that would make it more than 8k words long. Next chapter will be up by next week since its already mostly written, just some finishing touches here and there and it'll be good to go. Hope you enjoyed!
Ruby ain't doing too good huh?
Also, I wonder who that person watching Ruby was. I'm sure we are all equally clueless.