Lavs never considered herself to be anything special, no interesting friends, no interesting powers, little to no combat skills, subpar amounts of Aura, and no Semblance. She never got discriminated against because she lived in the nice parts of Vale; her Faunus features are completely unnoticeable at a glance, and she passes for a human very convincingly.

So why did she join the White Fang? Because she wanted to do something with her life, be a part of something bigger instead of idling somewhere and doing nothing with her life! Lavs sighed and picked at her canines, a bad habit of hers that she can't for the life of her get rid of. The teeth were short, unassuming, and looked just like any ordinary human's teeth besides the fact that they were pointier than an ordinary human's.

Her superior officer in the White Fang, Mr. Courrier noticed this and decided to comment on it, "Wow, what a coincidence! You're a wolf Faunus too?"

Lavs turned to the man, finally seeing his face in the light for the first time as before she was too busy having her head bowed down in shame, "Y- You're a wolf Faunus?"

"Yeah!" Mr. Courrier opened his mouth and pointed at his own canines, they were also short and unassuming just like hers! Although they looked pointier and had a sharper edge to them, "See, fangs, awesome right?"

"I- I guess…"

The two continued to walk in relative silence, with Lavs constantly double checking every turn she makes because she doesn't believe in her ability to lead… anyone really.

"Are we lost?"

She jumped at Mr. Courrier's question, "M- Maybe…?"

"…" Oh gods she's going to get kicked out of the White Fang isn't she? Wasting her superior's time like this! "Great!" Eh? "I've been itching to ask this question for some time now," Mr. Courrier then placed a hand on her shoulder, "You looking to join the Vytal Tournament?"

NO! "NO!" She screamed, "Sorry!"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not strong or good at fighting at all… besides… isn't the Tournament only for students of the Academies…?"

"…That is true isn't it? Well, do you want to train like you're going to join the Vytal Tournament?"

What was that supposed to mean?!

Mr. Courrier then pressed some buttons on his strange retro-looking wrist-mounted Scroll before holding it to his ear; Lavs could hear some buzzing sounds coming from it before a click, "Ah, Mr. Courrier, we didn't see you on campus today, what happened?"

Campus, "I was out enjoying the city, anyways, can I ask for a favour?"

"If it is within my abilities to do so then sure."

"Great, can I have my uhh… protégé train with the students at the Academy?"

"…Protégé?"

"Yeah I picked up a student on my stroll through the streets, so what?" Mr. Courrier then glanced at her, "She got great potential, Ozpin, I can feel it. In my bones. Many of them."

Ozpin?! Mr. Courrier knew the headmaster of Beacon Academy?! "This is a big ask…"

"I know it is! Just… like… let me and her use the training facilities, maybe set up some sparring matches!" Mr. Courrier waved his other hand around to emphasize a point, "If you think she's some kind of spy or whatever then you'd be sorely mistaken! She's too… pathetic to be of any threat in the Academy!"

Ouch.

"You can trust me right? Come on, dude!" Mr. Courrier sighed, "Listen, her actions will be my responsibility alright? If she ever goes AWOL or tries to do some shady shit then I'll make sure that she'll never see the light of day again."

Huh?! "You'll be supervising over her then?"

"Of course I will! Everything she does will be filtered through me, I'll try to keep her on the straight and narrow."

"…"

"…"

"Sure, I don't see the harm in it," Mr. Courrier fist pumped in victory, "But…" his hand stopped mid-motion, "You owe me for this, Mr. Courrier."

"Yeah, sure, talk to you later Ozpin, bye," Mr. Courrier turned to Lavs, "Great news! We can meet up with the White Fang later! What matters right now is getting you stronger."

He then grabbed her wrist and dragged her back the way they came, towards Beacon Academy… on foot, "We're just going to w- walk to Beacon Academy?!"

"Consider this your first form of training! Cardio!" Mr. Courrier lets go of her hand when they reached an open street, "You'll be running to Beacon Academy on foot, no breaks, I'll be right behind you in case you collapse or die or something."

"Wh- wha- what?"

"What are you waiting for? Go, go, go!"

Lavs vowed to never be dissatisfied with her boring life ever again, as she'd take being bored over running through Grimm infested forests on foot with only a switchblade in her pocket.

She ran to the best of her abilities, nearly collapsing onto her knees on multiple occasions but persevering nonetheless, soon enough she made it out of the city and into the surrounding forests that… well… surrounded Beacon Academy.

They were also crawling with Grimm, so there's that too.

She screamed the first time she saw a Deathstalker, albeit a small one, crawl out of its cave and lumbered towards her. That was four years ago and she had someone whom she can trust to protect her by her side.

It was happening again, but this time she can't really trust Mr. Courrier to protect her because he was laughing at her scream, "You scream like a kettle!" He said, cackling as he reached behind his back to take out a long wooden pole with a golden eagle thing attached to the tip of it, "Lesson number one! Don't ever stop running or else they'll get you!"

Lavs watched as Mr. Courrier jumped into the sky and slammed the pole down on the stinger of the Deathstalker, the force of the blow creating a large gust of wind that almost knocked her over and ripped the stinger off completely, "Take that you oversized Radscorpion! Die! Die!" She closed her eyes and continued running, the sounds of the Deathstalker being beaten into mulch slowly fading away in the background as she ran through the dense forest.

She then crashed into one of the tree branches, knocking her into an impressive double backflip before she landed on her back like a chump. Groaning as she twist and turned on her back, she froze the instant she heard the snarling of a Beowolf and saw its beady little red eyes shine through the darkness.

She screamed again, the Beowolf charged.


The Courier was once again disappointed as he watched the body of the Deathstalker disintegrate into Grimm-dust, although he enjoyed snorting the particles, he was pretty sad about not being able to dissect the beast and roast it over an open fire.

He had Radscorpion fillets and steaks back in the Mojave, and he was craving them now here. Unfortunately, these Deathstalkers just disappear the moment his Old Glory bypassed their exoskeleton and crushed their squishy soft insides, so lame!

He wondered what Lavs was doing; he's been making a good effort at remembering names now, Lavs will be the first name that he'll remember aside from his friends and some significant figures of the NCR and Legion.

Following Lavs' footsteps, the Courier came across a curious sight, Lavs was on the ground, face first into the grass with her switchblade held in a reverse grip on her right hand, her torso was moving up and down periodically while her leg twitched every now and then, she's probably alive.

Looking around, the Courier saw the remains of several Beowolves with their stomachs disembowelled and their masks split in half! This must've been her doing! The Courier never felt so proud in his life.

Unfortunately for Lavs, she's not going to get away from training that easily, so the Courier poured some whiskey over her head to encourage her, "Come on Lavs, you still have a couple more hours of running to go, don't die now," Lavs groaned and shook her head, letting go of her switchblade and slamming her fists down on the grass, "This'll make you stronger! Promise! You'll be the best fighter that the White Fang will ever get the pleasure to have! You'll kick so much ass that they'll have to promote you or something."

Lavs groaned again, "Ugh, fine, I'll just sit here and wait then," the Courier then sat down next to Lavs' collapsed body with her head drenched in whiskey, his Pip-Boy then buzzed, indicating an oncoming call.

Pulling up the luxury Pip-Boy, courtesy of Mick and Ralphs, the Courier answered the call, "Who's this?"

"Courrier? Where the fuck are you?!" The bull boy's shrill voice sounded through the Pip-Boy's compressed speakers, "Why are you at Beacon?!"

"Adam?" Lavs ears perked at this, she was definitely listening in, "I should be asking you that! Where were you during the train mission?"

"Meeting Sienna-fucking-Khan you dense bag of crushed Dust!" Khan? Sienna Khan? Must be some White Fang big shot, "Courrier, I'll send you the location to the hideout I'm staying in and the exact time and date of when you should arrive there! We have a plan brewing and I need your expertise and explosives!"

"Woah there, calm down, how'd you get my number anyways?" the Courier raised an eyebrow, Lavs turned her head to peek at him, "Also… why do you sound so… neurotic?"

"You know those Mentats that you gave me back in Mountain Glenn?" the Courier nodded, not like Adam could see it but whatever, "I'm out of the fucking thing! And that 'Fixer' shit you gave me doesn't work for shit!"

"You're suffering from withdrawal?" the Courier was surprised, "I thought the symptoms were light! What happened?"

"It's like my brain's running a mile a fucking second here! It's thinking fast but there's nothing to fucking think about!"

"Must be a regional thing…" the Courier mumbled, "Adam, you can alleviate the symptoms by drinking alcohol! That'll slow your brain down to its normal levels but you'll be suffering from hangovers every other day."

"What?!"

"I don't make the rules dude, it's either that or you just continue to suffer."

"Tch, fine! But the second I see your face you're fucking dead!"

"Oh come on, you don't really mean that."

"We'll see…" Adam then hangs up; the Courier looked down to see Lavs were her eyes wide open, "Looks like you're awake! Come on, let's keep running!"


Blake wandered the Beacon hallways in the dead of night, finding a way onto the rooftops of the dorms as she sat back and stared up at the broken moon. It was quiet, she liked quiet.

This is also the perfect place for her to read the newest volume of 'Ninjas of Love' free from any judging gazes or snobby criticisms of her interests! She reads these books because they have good worldbuilding and nothing else! Nada, none!

Unfortunately, the peace and quiet would not last as Blake saw a screaming woman drenched in alcohol run into campus with her eyes closed while the assistant teacher, who's totally not a terrorist, Mr. Courrier followed close behind.

The woman opened her eyes and cheered loudly before collapsing onto the stone pathway face first while Mr. Courrier crouched down and patted her back before picking the woman up and carrying her inside, Blake was unfortunately too far away to listen in on their conversations but she decided that it was not her problem anyways.

Blake was curious about Mr. Courrier though, especially all the strange things that happened while she was fighting him, both on that train and during the spars yesterday. Blake trusted the headmaster to not purposefully hire a White Fang spy into the school, so she dropped the thought just a couple of days after meeting him here again for the first time.

What was strange about Mr. Courrier was that her Semblance didn't seem to work on him, not in the case that he could pick out who the real her was when she cloned herself but because of something more… strange.

Blake would clone herself and shuffle around before going in for a pincer attack; confusing the opponent long enough to land a solid hit on them. The strategy would work on the other students who didn't have as much experience in combat as she did, but she tried to mix things up when she faced down Mr. Courrier.

Instead of creating only one clone and going in for a pincer attack, she'd create two and let them rush the enemy while she sneaked behind them, this is to make them believe that one of the two clones was her while leaving their backs open to a sneak attack. That's what she did to Mr. Courrier; it was going well so far, he didn't notice her sneaking behind him while the clones rush into attack.

She waited for him to swing his flagstaff at the clones, waiting for them to dispel so that she can capitalize on the confusion… but she ended up confused instead. As she watched the flagstaff hit the clone on the cheek, she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the same place, and when she blinked, she was in the position of the clone! And the Blake that was behind Mr. Courrier was a clone instead of the original her…

She quickly recovered from this and tried new tactics but it always ended the same way, every single time his flagstaff would collide with what she knows for a fact is a clone would hit her instead, and she'd find herself in the position of the clone instead of where she was before.

He even called her out on this! Saying something about how she needs to work more on her Semblance and how even when he was swinging blindly he'd still hit her anyways! As if that was her fault!

Ms. Goodwitch even said the same thing!

Blake sighed; something fishy is going on with Mr. Courrier, maybe she'll go and investigate on her own, no need for her team to know that she was spying on random people again, she can't take her team knowing another secret about her character again, not like what happened before…


Hey thanks for all the reviews fellas

Normally a Mentats addiction would be a minor nuisance at worst, I mean, -1 Intelligence and Perception is like nothing, its like not being able to think as fast while your eyesight is reduced by one point.

The reason why Adam is acting all neurotic and vulgar is because he's a person from Remnant who never had something like Mentats before. I like to think that the Wastelanders of Fallout have a differently biology to that of a normal person because of all the weird shit that they take and eat, they're probably more resistant to poison and harmful food side effects.

Same goes with the drugs, being around a Khan is probably enough to raise your tolerance levels.