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Jaune sat outside his agents house because he had been asked to meet him there. He couldn't help but notice that his agent lived rather nicely compared to other former RWBY stars. Outside of Team RWBY, most everyone moved into the apartment complex down the road. It wasn't awful or anything. It was just a far cry from the luxurious suites Team RWBY still occupied.

Jaune sat against the life-sized statue of Penny his agent had for some reason and waited. Almost an hour passed before he went straight to the door and loudly knocked on it.

"What are you doing in there?" he asked angrily. The door then opened slowly and out walked his agent.

"Oh," he said with an amused smile. "You know she's not supposed to be here until an hour later."

Jaune checked the time and just noticed how early he had arrived.

"Might as well come in while you're here," said his agent.

Jaune really didn't want to but there was nothing else to do so he came in. The inside of the house had a very clear theme. Every wall, furniture, and room had the same color scheme: Green and orange. There were pictures of Penny everywhere. Portraits, paintings, fanart, cosplays. You name it and he had it.

"What's with all the Penny stuff?" Asked Jaune.

"Penny has been my biggest money maker in the last couple of years," his agent responded. "She's become even more popular with the end of the series, surpassing even you. Not to mention that I'm also something of a fan myself."

"Something" was an understatement, Jaune thought to himself. His agent gave him the full tour of everything Penny to the point it disturbed him. He had encased acrylic paint from Penny's Beacon Arc outfit, locks of her hair in a bag that was signed by her, and he even created an AI chat machine of her.

"Why does it only know how to say 'Salutations'?" Asked Jaune.

"Because it's adorable," his agent squealed.

Finally they got to his agents room where they sat down to a cup of tea. The exclusive Penny brand that was sold maybe three years ago. It was mint and orange.

"So you came to see Pyrrha, correct?" His agent asked. This wasn't like it came after a long conversation either. he just said this after they awkwardly sat at the table sipping tea.

"Yes!' Jaune groaned.

"Then wait no more because she's right outside!"

"Wait what?"

"I had it timed right at this moment just so I could do this."

Jaune didn't have time to comment on how annoying that was and bolted down the stairs. He had been waiting for this moment forever. He opened the door and was greeted by a blonde girl dressed in white with an almost child-like face. She carried a sword and shield with her and looked at Jaune like she was scared to be near him. The two of them stared long and hard for a full eternity before his agent stepped out.

"Ahhh! The lovely Pyrrha Alexandra, straight from Soul Calibur!" His agent said with his arms wide out.

Jaune looked at his agent and back at the timid Pyrrha, struggling to make eye contact. The more he looked at her the more she appeared to resemble a blend between him and Weiss Schnee.

She was pretty cute, admittedly, and was much more approachable than the Paradigm Spiral girl had been. After going through everything he had, Jaune said "screw it" in his head and went along with it.

"Soul Calibur, huh?" He said awkwardly. "Must be pretty nice to be part of an ongoing series."

"Yeah," she said distantly. She honestly looked like she wanted to be anywhere but where she was in the moment.

"Want to go get some food or something?" Asked Jaune. "She nodded silently and looked as if she was waiting for him to do something.

"She's waiting for you to bring her to the restaurant!" Jaune's agent yelled from the window to his room.

"When did you get up there?" Asked Jaune.

"While you two were gazing awkwardly at each other. Now please go away. Penny's six-part Documentary on Refrigerators is coming up and I don't want to miss it."

"Yeah you go do that."

Jaune turned his attention to the timid Pyrrha and smiled. "Do you like freshly baked pastries?" He asked. "I know the perfect place for them."

Pyrrha nodded hesitantly. "Y-Yes," she said. "I would like that."

The two of them learned a little bit about each other during the walk. Or at least Jaune tried to. Pyrrha barely spoke a word and when she did maybe a sentence came out. By piecing the sentences together, Jaune learned that she came from a very troubled background and had a disturbing history of her lovers mysteriously dying. Not only that but she claimed to carry a curse that was unleashed with evil energy. Suddenly this promising date had turned into a point of concern.

The bakery was one of shopkeeper's many expansions. Jaune went there often to wallow in misery. The two of them sat in a cozy corner and shared a croissant. She really did have a sweet disposition, as anxioius and fidgety as she was. He even noticed how much they had in common, sort of. She reminded him of his many sisters and their warrior-like way of fighting. At the same time, her own sense of self-doubt and awkward mannerisms reminded him of himself. Things were finally going well.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND STEP ASIDE!" A booming voice shouted as the doors to the bakery slammed open. "PYRRHA NIKOS IS HERE!"

The sudden shock of hearing that name caused the piece of Croissant that Jaune was chewing on to get stuck in his throat.

"A-Are you okay?" Asked Pyrrha. Jaune forced himself to smile before falling backwards on his head. From there it went completely blank.

He opened his eyes to find both Pyrrha's looking down at him.

"Jaune? Jaune?" Are you okay?" He heard Pyrrha Nikos say as her hands pressed against his cheek.

"I-I think he's dead!' Pyrrha Alexandra cried.

"I think so too," said Jaune. "Because this feels too much like heaven."