"How can we be so sure that his Semblance is Luck based?" Glynda Goodwitch, Voted as the Scariest Person in Beacon and Notorious Buzzkill, rubbed her chin in contemplation, "Semblances are derived from Aura and are usually personalized to the user… Are you a gambling man, Mr. Courrier?"

"Yeah I gamble, lots, unhealthily I'd say." Mr. Courrier let out a weak chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. They had scheduled another meeting with one another in Ozpin's office after yesterday; unfortunately, Ironwood couldn't make it on accounts of his job as both Headmaster for the Atlas Academy and Commander of the Atlas Fleet flying above Vale.

"My point exactly, for all we know his Semblance could be Card Manipulation," Qrow quirked an eyebrow at this, "I propose more rigorous testing to know the extent of his abilities."

"True…" Qrow scratched his scraggly, unkempt chin, "The cards that we used yesterday could've been a part of his Semblance… Hey Ozpin, has that ever been documented before? Semblances creating physical objects that the user can wield?"

"With how Semblances are… I'd say it's quite possible, but nothing concrete so far," Ozpin then faced Goodwitch, "But you are right, if Mr. Courrier's Semblance is indeed Luck based then we need to know the ins and outs of such ability."

"A shame that Tin Man had to go do his job," Qrow snorted, "He woulda liked pushing people like you to the limits, heh, like that guy in his elite task force or whatever."

"You mean Mr. Ebi?" Goodwitch asked, "His Semblance does seem to be similar to Mr. Courrier's. And if he's in Ironwood's Ace Operatives then they were definitely pushed to their limits, both physically and Semblance-wise."

Qrow snapped his fingers, "I got something, how about we make Courrier guess the numbers that we're thinking!"

"This is no time for jokes, Qrow."

"I'm being completely serious," Qrow then turned to Mr. Courrier, who awkwardly fiddled with his fingers as his hand twitched periodically, curious, Goodwitch will remember that for future use, "Hey, Courrier, guess the four numbers I have in my head right now."

"Okay? Uh… Five, six, two, and forty-nine."

"Spot on!" "Unbelievable."

"Oh come on Glynda! It works! Trust me!"

She shook her head, "No way Qrow, for all I know this could be another one of your pranks… and I had enough of those back in my student days."

A chill went down Qrow's back, "Er- haha…"

"I have a test of my own," Ozpin spoke up, taking out his Scroll, "One that's quite similar to Qrow's..."

"See?!" "Shut up."

"My Scroll is password locked," Ozpin turned it on and slid it to Mr. Courrier, "I want you to guess it."

"Okay, sure, I can try at least," Mr. Courrier then pressed some keys at random, "So do I just send it?"

Ozpin glanced at the Scroll, the password box now filled with miscellaneous symbols and random letters and numbers, "Yes."

"Alright," Mr. Courrier pressed enter, sending the password in.

Ozpin's Scroll then opened to its home screen, "Interesting…"

"Huh, I guess I got lucky."

"You could say that, Mr. Courrier, because what you inputted was not my password," Ozpin then took the Scroll back and navigated to the Scroll's settings, "If you were to look here, the Scroll had its password changed, with the time changed being less than a minute ago."

Qrow whistled, "Well now we know for sure that it's a Luck Semblance, just a really freaky one at that."

"That raises some rather… disturbing implications to say the least," Goodwitch sighed, "Not only do you have no Aura but a never-before-seen Semblance as well. You, Mr. Courrier, are very interesting indeed."

"How do we know it's a Semblance though? It could be-" Goodwitch glared at Qrow, "Nevermind."

Goodwitch furrowed her brows, maybe Qrow was right; Semblances are derived from a person's Aura and can sometimes not be used at all when said person's Aura is broken. Mr. Courrier has no Aura, making it physically impossible for him to use a Semblance let alone have one in the first place.

She was about to say something before Qrow snickered besides her, turning to the unkempt, undisciplined, and uncivilized man, she sent him a scathing glare, "What is it this time, Qrow?"

"I actually have another little test for our friend here," Qrow snorted before turning to Mr. Courrier, "What'd you say Courrier? Ready for a live combat test?"

"Sure…?"

"Great! I'll need you to be there too Glynda, meet me at the courtyard!" Qrow then transformed into a bird and flew out of the office, Goodwitch seethed at the uncouth man's disgustingly inconsiderate behaviour. She also glared at Mr. Courrier, who ran out of the office in tandem with Qrow.

She turned to Ozpin, "Sir! Surely we have enough data for Mr. Courrier's Semblance, is there really a need for something like this?"

"On the contrary, Glynda, I think this is a good test to see if Mr. Courrier can use his Semblance in a more combative manner," Ozpin sipped on his coffee, it's lukewarm, disgusting, "After all, if he is to be in our group then he needs to know how to defend himself."

"You're not seriously thinking about recruiting him!"

"Yes, if only for the express purpose of keeping him away from Salem."

Goodwitch sighed, walking out of the office with a huff, Ozpin smiled, "It seems like things never change do they?" he said to his cup of coffee, to which he dumped into the trash can hidden underneath his table.

Qrow quietly chuckled to himself in his bird form as he flew to the courtyard; there he stood, thinking of his next test for Courrier. A mental light bulb went off in his head as he snapped his fingers, he got it! Now to just wait for the other two to arrive…

And arrive they did, Courrier getting here much earlier than Glynda who still had that annoyed expression on her face, "Alright Courrier, your next test is to get at least one hit on Glynda!"

He turned to Goodwitch who glared at him, "Is that it?"

Qrow broke out into a grin, "Without getting close to her."

"Yeah I can do that. So like right now or-" "Don't even think about it."

"You're not allowed to throw anything at her or use any kind of throwing weapons at all."

Courrier furrowed his brows, "That's unfair dude, I don't have a gun!"

"Don't worry, somewhere in this courtyard, I have buried a pistol for you to use," he haven't buried anything but he's not supposed to know that, "Your mission is to find this gun and shoot it at Glynda! Who'll be pelting you with pebbles and rocks and all that."

"Huh?" "Alright, ready? Three two one go!"

Courrier let out a high-pitched yelp as some loose pebbles from the courtyard was flung at him, Goodwitch just sighed as she watched him stumble around hopelessly with his eyes constantly darting from the rocks to the ground.

After a few minutes of being constantly attacked, Qrow and Glynda watched as Courrier dove his hand into the dirt and fumbled around with something underground, "Ah ha!" he said as he pulled out a pistol, "I found it!" Pointing the firearm at Glynda, he pulled the trigger as a bullet impacted with Glynda's Aura, knocking her back a surprising amount.

"Woah, what the hell?!" Qrow said, baffled by the sudden turn of events.

"What? What're you surprised for? I thought you buried this thing! Hits like a truck too."

"Er- ah… Sorry Courrier but I actually didn't bury anything; I just told you that there was a pistol down there to test your Semblance," Qrow then turned away, mumbling, "It was also pretty funny watching your ass be punted by rocks and pebbles…"

"Okay, I'll admit that that was a pretty conclusive test you've conducted Qrow," Glynda grimaced as she checked her Aura counter, "But couldn't you have picked any other target than me? And how do I know this isn't some elaborate prank and that you actually hid a gun down there without telling me?!"

"No can do Glynda, Courrier over here needs an incentive to do something like this," Qrow smirked, taking a sip out of his flask, "And besides! You know me, Glynda; I'd never do that to you! Except for that one time."

"The next time you try something like this, Qrow, I'll make sure you never get to see the setting sun again."

"Weird threat but okay."

Meanwhile this was happening; Courrier was too busy examining the new gun that he just dug up, courtesy of his Semblance. It resembled a Ranger Sequoia from the Mojave, just without the black finish and gold engravings, and a blockier barrel that's also wider and longer.

"But enough about this! Let's talk about what just happened!" Qrow motioned towards Courrier, who was still examining his new gun, "Somehow, his 'Semblance' created a fully functioning, and highly effective I might add, weapon from nothing but dirt!"

"I guess I have a new weapon now, neat."

"Yes, Courrier, very neat."

While Courrier's still entranced with his weapon, Glynda pulled Qrow aside to speak with him without Courrier eavesdropping or listening in, "You know what this means right?"

Qrow's face then adopted a serious expression, "We're fucked if Salem ever gets her hands on him," he turned to Courrier, "Safest bet now is to try and bring him to our side."

"Can we trust him though? With how easily he sold out the White Fang, as a Faunus no less."

"True, Courrier seemed like the type of guy who only wants to benefit himself… Then we need something to convince him to come to our side…"

"But what could it be? What could we use to bribe a former White Fang terrorist who snorts Dust as if they're drugs…?"

"He does what?!"

"My lips are sealed," Qrow transformed into his bird form and quickly escaped to Ozpin's office, leaving only a bewildered Glynda and a still fascinated Courrier.

Adam gulped down another tablet of Mentats as he mentally prepared himself for his next meeting, just like he did for all of his previous meetings, he wondered where Courrier was, partially because he worries about one of his Faunus brethren being captured by those lowly humans but also because he needed a refill on the Mentats.

Walking into the meeting area, Adam was now face to face with a woman with black hair and amber eyes, Cinder Fall she called herself, said something about knowing where Courrier is. Adam didn't like this whole situation, having his sect of the White Fang be controlled and paraded around like a puppet by some human made him feel a special type of anger inside of him.

"Adam, I presume? So 'glad' you could make it, we have much to discuss," next to Fall was her two lackeys, a girl with emerald hair and some smug prick with silver hair, Adam already didn't like them, probably because they're human, "My Mistress have need for your little revolutionary group, so let's go over what I expect of you and your little group, shall we?"

Adam grimaced, "And what would that be?" He felt the Mentats coming into effect, Courrier was right; they are pretty smarty, "Because I won't be throwing the White Fang into some suicide mission."

"Don't worry about that," she let out a chuckle, "We'll be doing most of the work ourselves anyways… all you need to do is be there at the end…"

"The end?"

"That's right, I won't be revealing my hand just yet but you have your little revolution ready for what's about to happen after the festival… We also heard that you've been asking around… tell him Emerald."

"Yes Ma'am," the girl, Emerald, then spoke, "The person you're looking for, this 'Courrier' character's currently in Beacon Academy, according to the students, he's some kind of assistant teacher there, although they don't see him do much of anything really."

Adam's eyes widened, what was Courrier doing in Beacon Academy? And as an assistant no less, could it be that that bastard's betraying him and his cause?!

While Adam was thinking about the consequences of such a thing, Fall and her lackeys disappear into the darkness, the work of an enemy Semblance he presumed, unsheathing Wilt, Adam held it in a combat position as he slowly backed out of the meeting area, wary of any potential attackers.

After confirming that no one was there to suddenly ambush him, Adam thought about everything that woman had said to him, both recently and before in the past. He sighed, if he didn't have the advice of Courrier and the Mentats, he probably would've made some stupid decision like having his sect of the White Fang assist in the destruction of Vale or something.

Adam's goals have shifted from killing all humans to just scaring them into submission, that train plan was supposed to make the humans afraid of the White Fang, to show them that if they, the ignorant minority of Vale, wouldn't change their ways, then bad things will continue to happen to them. Like a train exploding near their house just down the street.

Adam thought that trying to do more harm to Vale would be stupidly unnecessary and would only draw more bad attention to the Faunus if the White Fang continued their work there. Vale was fine compared to all the other countries, Adam might even say that, outside of Menagerie, Vale was one of the better places for Faunus to live in.

Unlike shitholes like Vacuo or Mistral, or even the elitist assholes of Atlas and Mantle…

With this in mind, Adam's fully ready to not participate in whatever plan that woman was cooking up, judging by her tone of voice and general mannerisms, Adam could tell that she was bad news.

If things go south fast, Adam's fully prepared to completely pull the White Fang out of Vale completely; whatever that woman has planned up will not involve the White Fang in the slightest. Even if she brought the Vytal Coliseum down on Vale or something. Especially so.

Adam sighed before taking another tablet of Mentats, every time he swallowed one of these things he felt his mind clear and begin to work like a well-maintained machine again. He going to need more of these and fast. Maybe he'll thank Courrier if he ever saw him again, if that bastard hadn't betrayed the White Fang yet.

How is everyone? Doing good? Great.