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Yang's still sort of standing there, dumbly, a good five or so seconds after Jinn has revealed that she knows Yang.
Which, y'know, shouldn't be possible, but she supposes she is dealing with literal magic here.
"You… know me?" She can't help asking, doing her best not to glance at her mother out of the corner of her eye.
"Of course." Jinn says this like it's obvious. "It may seem to you that you have been displaced in time, but in all actuality, your move across dimensions has been wholly linear."
Yang's head spins just trying to grasp whatever the hell Jinn has just said.
"I… have no idea what that means."
Jinn smiles. "Do not worry so much over it. It will all make sense in time."
Yang doubts that, but she can't really inquire further into such things without wasting a question.
"So… how many questions do you have, exactly?"
"As of right now, I currently have…" Jinn's expression contorts somewhat oddly, like something has happened she hadn't at all expected. "Hm… should I have two questions, or none, do you think?"
"That, uh… it'd probably be more helpful if you had two?"
"You are not wrong." Jinn chuckles. "I was more so referring to the fact that the time you currently reside within holds two questions, and yet my current consciousness holds none. How curious. I suppose I hold some degree of freedom in this matter. Almost as if I can decide whether or not I wish to grant you another question. Though I believe there might be some stipulations on those questions put in place. How peculiar this is all turning out to be."
Yang's not really sure what the hell is going on. She'd sort of thought she and Raven would come in here, confirm Yang's story, and then…
Actually, yeah, that had been it. Anything after that, Yang had just been planning on winging.
Instead, when she looks back at Raven, she sees her mother's eyes are wide, and her mouth is open. It's a subtle thing, just the barest showing of teeth, but even so, it puts into perspective how utterly dumbstruck she is.
Yang can't exactly find it in herself to blame her.
"I… uh…" Yang looks back towards Raven. "How do you wanna' do this?"
"You're asking me?"
"This was your idea."
Raven opens her mouth, then closes it after a second or two having not said a thing. "…You may ask a question first, if you'd like. She says she has two, and that's enough for each of us to get one."
"Oddly kind of you to share…"
Raven doesn't say anything in response to that.
Yang's just kind of rolling with the punches at this point.
In terms of questions she could ask, though… she supposes only one really comes to mind as being important enough. She clears her throat, looks up at Jinn, and asks, "Well… where are the others who were with me in… y'know…"
Jinn hums out under her breath. "Interesting… that question concerns the time you came from. A time which held no questions remaining. Thusly, I cannot answer."
"That…" Yang sighs. "Fine. Sure. Whatever." Out of frustration, Yang mutters, "Timey-wimey bullshit."
Jinn chuckles. Yang is annoyed that she finds it as cute as she does. "My apologies. If I could, I would offer answer to the questions plaguing you, but alas."
Yang nods her head, before turning back towards Raven and sort of awkwardly stepping back, giving her mother the metaphorical floor.
Raven stands still for an awfully long while after that; the expression on her face one of deep contemplation. Yang has some idea what it is she's thinking about, but then, she could technically be wrong.
"Do you have a question, Raven Branwen?" Jinn calls out to her.
"…No. I don't think I do."
It's Yang's turn to be surprised. "What? But we came all this way so that you could–"
"You're telling the truth."
It's enough to cause Yang to halt entirely in her speech, to look across at her mother and see the look of utter desolation writ upon Raven's face. She won't meet Yang's eyes, staring off into the middle distance, into the spectral dunes beyond them.
"You're really… actually from the future."
So… Raven believes her.
That's…
Yang's not really sure what to make of that.
It had become her goal, but she'd certainly not wanted to reveal nearly that much when she'd first started battling against Raven to defend that village.
It's… things are going to get far more complicated in the near future, Yang feels.
"…Yeah, I am."
"Besides…" Raven speaks, stepping towards Jinn and asking, "You couldn't answer the question I have in mind even if I asked it, could you?"
Jinn's expression is apologetic. "No. I could not."
"Then that's that." Raven shakes her head. "It's better this way. If Ozpin or any of his ilk were to come here, they'd find the lamp exactly as they expected it, with two questions remaining. It's like we were never here."
Yang knows that's just Raven justifying this to herself, but she's not going to argue with her mother. That… well, she has a feeling they'll be doing an awful lot of that come later on.
"So… what do you we do now?"
Raven doesn't seem to know what to say, even as she turns away from the Vault of Knowledge, and makes for the door leading in. Yang follows, and as the two of them step out of the sandy dunes, Jinn retreats back into her lamp.
"I… I don't know." Raven speaks after being silent a while. "It's strange. The very moment I saw you, standing guard in front of that village… something within me just… knew you. I realize now that that was likely my semblance, tagging you as someone I had a connection with, but…"
For Yang to hear her mother speak so softly is quite the anomaly. She sounds emotional, too. Not quite as much as she'd been the last time they'd talked in this place; within the bowels of Haven, but…
"In your time… how did you come to know of me?"
"Huh?"
"You said you did not meet me until much later in your life… but you knew of me before that, surely. Which means that someone will have had to tell you about me, correct?"
"Oh… yeah."
Yang can't exactly say 'Summer died and I wanted someone to take her place so that dad didn't completely shut down'.
"Uncle Qrow told me when I was… maybe twelve or thirteen?" She lies.
"I see." Raven's not looking at her as the two of them step onto the lift that will take them back upwards. "That… makes sense."
Neither of them says a word until they've exited Haven, which Yang had really expected to be a bigger deal. She'd thought they might have guards or huntsman awaiting to intercept them. Instead, it seems as if they've gone unobserved.
Once they're a good distance away, however, and have found a suitable place to hunker down, away from prying eyes, Raven just…
Sort of stops.
"…I never spoke with any of them again?"
"If you mean mom, dad, and…You would speak with Uncle Qrow sometimes. Whenever he went back to the tribe to try and convince you to come back. Or, well, that's what he used to say, anyways. But… he was the only one."
"…"
Raven sighs, a long, pained thing that seems to stretch for whole minutes.
And then she draws Omen, and slashes it across the space just in front of her.
A portal conjured by Raven's semblance forms just in front of her, and Yang has half a moment to realize what it is that her mother's about to do before she begins walking right towards it.
"W-Wait!" Yang grabs her mother by the shoulder. "What are you doing!?"
Raven looks back at her. "…Righting a wrong."
"That…"
She thinks she knows what it is Raven's planning on doing, but…
Before she can ask anything further, Raven has pulled herself free, and stepped right into the portal. Yang swears, but follows right behind, stepping into it and emerging…
Emerging out into a familiar forest.
It's autumn, it seems. The leaves on and falling from the trees above them are rich golds, and auburns, gathering in great clumps upon the earth below. There are signs that someone has been out raking them together and storing them in big bags. Those bags have been loaded up beside the wooden cabin just ahead of them.
The wooden cabin that Yang had grown up in. Her home.
Raven sucks in a breath; her hands shaking at her sides. She's… she's evidently terrified. Yang hadn't quite expected that, but…
In the next moment, she takes a step forward.
"Come on."
Yang feels the need to correct this before it can go any farther.
"Wait!" Her mother does, luckily, stop moving. "Raven, this is a bad idea, telling dad about me… he's not going to believe–"
"Who said I was telling anyone about you?" Raven looks at her out of the corner of her eye. "This… this is just me righting a wrong, as I said. As far as they need to know… you're just a tagalong."
Yang almost wants to laugh at the absurdity, or cry at the fact that she's almost getting everything that she'd ever wanted as a child, and it had taken… what, a week here in the past? Maybe less?
…Yang would be there, too.
Not her, obviously, but the childhood version of her. She'd be… maybe six or seven? Depending on how far back she – also Yang, confusing – had been pushed. Little her would be perfectly content; happy with her mom and dad…
And now her mother is going to be coming back as well.
Hah…
Yang finds she almost envies the girl.
"Well?" Raven turns back towards the house, and is evidently psyching herself up. "Are you coming, or not?"
Yang can see just how panicked this is all making Raven. She can see the way her mother's body is quaking, the way her left hand keeps seeking the handle of Omen, trying to find something to do with itself.
Yang can't really decide how she feels about all of this. Not so quickly. Half of her thinks this is the dumbest idea anyone has ever had.
But…
…
"Yeah." She eventually manages to squeeze out as she steps up beside Raven.
"I guess there's no time like the present, right?"
And together, they make for the Xiao Long Cabin.
/
Weiss isn't quite sure what to make of it when her Ursa suddenly stops moving, rears up, and begins sniffing at the air. A moment later, it sits down on the ground, and seems to be entirely content.
It's not a behavior the summoned beast has shown at all over the course of the last few days they've been stalking through the wilderness of Mistral, tracking the scent of one Marcus Black. The entire time, the beast had kept its nose to the dirt, scarcely moving its sensory organ away for anything at all.
Weiss had, of course, de-summoned the creature multiple times in order to take breaks – so that her aura hadn't gone completely kaput, or to sleep or use the restroom – but this…
"We might be close." Qrow comments, and Weiss is inclined to agree. "Stay on your guard, I'm going to go scout out the surrounding area, see if I don't see anything obvious."
Weiss nods her head, and finds a tree with a decently-sized nook, one which she's barely able to squeeze herself into if she leans forward ever so slightly. Then, she has her summoned Ursa take a guarding position, and lets herself… not relax, but at the very least rest.
They've been walking almost nonstop for the past few days. Of course, they've taken breaks on occasion, and they've had to stop to sleep, but Weiss is comfortable with saying that they'd spent likely thirty-six of the last seventy-two hours walking.
A grueling pace, even for professional Hunters. She has blisters running up the backs of her feet, and her knees are really killing her.
Still, they have to be getting close.
No sooner has Weiss thought this than has Qrow appeared once more in her clearing, evidently having just transformed back from being a bird by the feather still attached to his pantleg.
"Find anything?" She asks as she hoists herself out of the nook, pretending not to notice.
"I did." Qrow nods, oblivious as well. "Small home about fifty meters northwest of here, I think that's our destination."
Weiss nods her head, and de-summons the Ursa she's been using to track Marcus thus far. "I assume you can lead us from here, then?"
Qrow nods his head. "Follow me."
He leads them through the dense trees and underbrush out towards a clearing, which overlooks a small hill, perhaps ten or so meters high. But that incline happens over quite the distance, to the point that it barely looks like a hill at all.
And at the very top, seeming almost out of place in the middle of nowhere…
It's as Qrow described it; a small home. There's nothing particularly worth mentioning about it. The walls are a grayish color, the roof is a darker gray, and it looks like it had been made to fit a single person, maybe two.
Weiss isn't really banking on a career assassin having anyone in his home, however.
Perhaps a body or two – as much as Weiss is really hoping that's not the case – but no one living, surely.
"How do you want to play this?" Weiss asks Qrow, wanting to get the man's opinion.
Even twelve years younger than Weiss had last known him to be, he still dwarfs her in overall combat experience, and has likely done missions like this one, clear and breach, several times before.
Qrow's eyes scan the surrounding area slowly. He takes in the hill, the sparse amounts of trees – there are leftover stumps, however, which tells Weiss that this used to be a more wooded area in the past, and that someone has been living here a while – and the home itself.
"I don't like this." He eventually speaks. "I studied this place from a lot of angles," like the sky, Weiss knows but does not say, "And I could only find the one entrance. That's not an accident. Guy like Marcus Black's probably a crafty son of a bitch. It wouldn't surprise me if he's trapped the entrance. A lot of assassins are paranoid as shit; though in all fairness, probably for good reason. We are here to capture him."
'Or kill him', is left unspoken, but no less heard. Weiss understands – as much as she'd rather not – that someone like Marcus Black existing is simply dangerous, and that he's shown no tendency towards righting his wrongs all his life.
If they lose him here, then he'll have the chance to go on and kill more people. And surely, one could argue that killing a professional assassin doesn't actually stop anyone from dying, it just exchanges one killer for another…
But it might at least give someone else in the future a better chance if that assassin is not as good as Marcus is.
If they can stop him today, however that might be…
Well, that's superior to letting him go, even if that means they have to bloody their hands.
Weiss finds it's not too terribly hard to make her peace with that. She knows that Ruby and Yang might have a much harder time with such – and she'd seen what Penny's death had done to Jaune, though that's a bit of a different scenario – but in all honesty…
She thinks she's prepared to do what needs to be done.
"The house is too small, as well." Qrow continues, and Weiss snaps back into the present moment. "I figure he's got a basement level. Place to store tools and weapons and whatnot. Other than that, though, I'm in the dark until we can actually get in there."
Weiss nods her head. "I can summon a Grimm, and have them take point?"
"Eh, it's an idea, but I don't think a Grimm's going to be able to accurately look out for things like pressure plates or tripwires. Let me lead, and you follow, got it?"
Weiss understands what Qrow's saying, even if she doesn't like it. It's not at all his fault, but Qrow's semblance is bad luck.
Having him lead into a potentially booby-trapped house feels like maybe not the best plan.
Still, it's not like Weiss has any better ideas as of current, so she nods her head, and the two of them begin their trek up the hill, towards Marcus' abode.
Or, well, they assume it's Marcus' abode, given that the trail ends here.
Qrow's gesturing towards her with hand signals, and Weiss is actually semi-surprised to realize she knows them. They're Atlesian military signals, which all of Team RWBY (and Team JNPR as well) had learned during their time training alongside the Ace-Ops in Atlas.
Qrow is evidently using them for her sake, given both she and her license had claimed Atlas as her home. Weiss is appreciative of that.
He gives a signal, 'On me', then another, 'Stay Silent'.
Weiss taps him on the back twice, once for each command, to let him know she understands both.
Qrow nods, and then moves towards the home.
The door is, rather obviously, locked. Of course, they're not going to let that stop them. Weiss is prepared to simply bust the thing down, but Qrow is craftier than that, and brings out a lockpick from within his coat.
Naturally, the first lockpick he tries immediately snaps clean in half, and Qrow looks like he wants to sigh, but is too focused on staying silent to break at something so small. He draws another of the backup lockpicks out, and this time, manages to unlatch the door within two minutes.
Weiss isn't quite used to this level of espionage, whether she'd worked alongside Atlesian specialists or not. She'd never had to hunt someone down to a residential home before.
Qrow looks to her, waits for her to nod, and then slowly pushes the door open.
The house is dismally quiet; there's not a sound at all, which does nothing to set Weiss' nerves aright. Qrow is scanning the environment, checking each individual tile on the floor of what seems to be a kitchen before moving any further.
Weiss follows behind, making sure to adhere to Qrow's route. As she enters into the home proper, she decides to take a moment to get her bearings.
The room they've stepped into is most definitely a kitchen now that Weiss gets a chance to truly check it. It's small, with what seems to be only enough room between the stove and the wall opposite it for a single person to fit through. Still, despite the size, it has all of the regular amenities that someone might expect to find.
There's half a deer carcass hanging from a hook at the end of the room, and a steak knife left out on the counter, with fresh blood still on it. Despite the bloody weapon, Weiss has a feeling that the carcass and the knife are connected.
It seems Marcus had been preparing freshly caught game when they'd found him.
And evidently, he must've seen them coming.
She does her best to communicate that to Qrow. She taps him on the back once, signaling to get his attention, and then taps 'target aware' into the man's back.
Qrow gives the symbol for 'acknowledged' before stepping further into the home.
The kitchen leads into what seems to be a dining room, but it's small, and it's really more of a table, set with, to Weiss' surprise, two chairs.
She points that out as well, tapping 'two hostiles' into Qrow's back. Again, he signs back 'acknowledged'.
And then, as they round the next corner, Qrow sticks a hand up in the air, universally meaning 'stop'.
Weiss does, but can't resist peaking around the corner.
And what she sees has her eyes widening.
Because on a chair at the opposite end of the room, tied up and unconscious, is a boy no older than seven or eight years old.
The boy isn't wearing a shirt, and Weiss can see a variety of bruises running down his stomach. It seems he's been rather heavily beaten, and that causes her blood to boil inside her chest. She can see that it's doing the same for Qrow, but the man isn't reacting, isn't moving.
The boy himself is barely moving. He looks like he's barely breathing.
…Weiss has to help him.
It's a heat of the moment thing, really. Something that, looking back, she realizes had been incredibly foolhardy.
But in that moment, it's all she can think about to try and save this young child from his predicament.
"Wait, Ruby–!" He hears Qrow hiss out, just as Weiss takes a singular step past him.
And then she hears a beep from just off to her left.
Some part of her subconsciously raises her aura, and Weiss is damned lucky for it, too.
Because in the next moment, the world explodes.
/
Ruby gasps awake in her bed, a rather unexpected wave of nausea overtaking her as she fights her way out from under the covers, and tries to make it to the bathroom in time to not throw up all over the floor.
Unfortunately, she's not quite fast enough.
The vomit comes out black, and grody. It's like nothing Ruby's ever seen before, and it's almost enough to cause her to wretch a second time, but she barely manages to hold herself together.
"Yo, what–" She hears Roman's voice from behind her, before he suddenly goes silent, and then, "Oh. Uh… shit. You alright?"
"Yeah," Ruby speaks, moving towards the bathroom already to both grab towels to clean that up, and to wash the remaining acrid taste out of her mouth. "Fine. Not sure what happened."
"What're the two of you babbling on about?" Amber grouches out at them as she gets out of bed, her hair all in her face. Then, she sees the vomit all over the floor, and her expression softens. "Oh. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I am." Ruby repeats. "Just… felt nauseous all of a sudden. Not really sure why."
They each go back to their beds after that. Ruby doesn't actually manage to get back to sleep, and after a half hour sat there, she realizes she might as well just get up and prepare.
So, she hits the shower, washes off some of the grime of both the previous day's initiation, but also, far more relevantly, her time in the Ever After, and feels a hell of a lot better for it.
After that…
Well, she doesn't really foresee being able to get up to anything of note, so she checks her scroll – which is out of service range rather understandably, given she's gone back in time and her scroll is probably something like 8 whole operating systems' ahead of where it's supposed to be – and sees that she's still got an hour before classes start.
She ends up taking a lap around the dorms in silence, before heading down to the cafeteria to get breakfast early. She doesn't get anything too extraneous, given that she'd thrown up no more than an hour or so ago, but it's enough that she'll be fine until lunch. After that, she heads back up, makes sure her team is preparing properly for lessons – they are, but really, Ruby can't stop focusing on how weird Roman looks in a Beacon uniform – and then leads them to their first class.
Honestly… she's feeling rather nostalgic all of a sudden.
She's really looking forward to it.
/
"Monsters! Deeeeemons! Creatures prowling through the night!"
Oh. Right. Professor Port.
Ruby is no longer looking forward to it.
Luckily, Port's class is really only an hour and a half. Surely, yes, it's an hour and a half of her life that's she's never actually getting back, but it's not the longest thing she's ever had to sit through, either.
So, eventually, they make it to the class that Ruby had actually spent most of her time at Beacon caring about.
That being Combat Class.
"Welcome." Glynda Goodwitch, who looks a lot less comfortable standing in the center of the arena than she'd been when Ruby had first gone to Beacon, calls out to them all. "I assume you've already been given this speech by a few of your other teachers, but I will start by introducing myself. My name is Glynda Goodwitch. I graduated from Beacon Academy myself just a year ago, and took over from the previous combat instructor…"
As Glynda continues speaking, Ruby hears a few of her classmates whispering to one another at that, and Ruby's pretty sure she knows why, too.
Because a new teacher means a teacher who isn't privy to all of the tricks of the trade quite yet, which means their chances of getting away with doing things they shouldn't be has gone way up.
Now, Ruby doesn't think that, because she knows the absolute stone-cold bitch – she means nothing but respect by that – that Glynda Goodwitch becomes in the future. Ruby has a feeling that no small amount of that general aura is already present within her current incarnation, but she can see how others might make such a mistake.
She won't be letting her team do the same.
"Now," Ms. Goodwitch clears her throat as she finishes her speech – the latter half of which Ruby belatedly realizes she'd totally missed – and looks up at the crowd. "Today, and for the next two weeks, we will be doing baseline sparring. Getting an accurate measurement of where each of you stands in relative strength to the others. This means that each of you will be facing off in a sort of bracket where, if you win a duel, you can only face someone else who has won a duel. If you lose, you will only face someone else who has lost. Then, the next duel will play out the same way, until you have lost three duels total against your peers. At that point, you will be fully eliminated. This will, of course, take quite a while. Only half of you will be fighting today, so if you are not called upon, do not fret. You will battle tomorrow."
Someone in the crowd raises their hand, and Ms. Goodwitch calls on them. "Is there going to be a winner at the end of this?"
"There will be." Their teacher tells them.
Another student follows up, "Will they win anything?"
"Merit." Glynda Goodwitch answers, and a few of them groan. Ms. Goodwitch actually seems somewhat amused at that. "Although you could perhaps ask a favor of the headmaster upon winning. Nothing major, to be clear," Glynda cuts off the whispering before it can grow to a fever pitch, "but something within reason may be granted to you. For example, a month's supply of Dust for your team, a trip out to a nice restaurant in Vale, or perhaps a free pass to use the forge with a relatively high budget."
That last item has Ruby's interest well and truly piqued. It's been so long since she's been able to enjoy one of her truest hobbies, that being tinkering around with weapons. One of the big reasons behind that had, of course, been that they'd had no real time, but the other had been that forging had been – and would likely always be – expensive.
Metal – or, well, the metals needed to make Crescent Rose not so much as dent after slashing through its thousandth Grimm – is the opposite of cheap.
But a trip down to the forge with Beacon itself paying for it…
Ruby finds herself sitting just a bit straighter in her seat; her eyes sharpening, her aura steadying.
Victory, at any cost.
"We will be randomizing the names, and then calling you up when it is your time to fight." Glynda had them all turn towards the giant screen at the back of the room, which had, in Ruby's time, been considered totally normal, but seeing the way the students all point and gasp at it, Ruby imagines it must be a rather new piece of tech at this point.
Two virtual dials – a lot like the ones they'd used for the Vytal Festival – spin with a good few people's names on them, and eventually come to a stop with an unfamiliar name upon one…
And a quite familiar name on the other.
"Bray Dannish, and Roman Torchwick," Glynda calls out, and Ruby feels as Roman stiffens beside her. "Please make your way down into the arena."
"Good luck, Roman!" Ruby does her best to try and cheer the boy on, given she can tell he's nervous as he stands. He nods her way, looks back at Amber, opens his mouth, and…
Says nothing at all.
To his credit, it's not like Amber had tried to say anything to him, either.
Yeesh. Ruby's going to have to do some team-bonding sessions here at some point. Luckily, she's pretty good at those. Comes with the territory of having been on a team with Weiss Schnee and Blake Belladonna. She has seen some shit when it comes to interpersonal team issues.
This is really chump change in comparison.
It's as she's thinking about this, momentarily zoning out, expecting the fight to last a while, that she suddenly hears the sound of Ms. Goodwitch shout, "That's enough! Bray Dannish is the winner!"
Ruby's eyes bug out, and she looks down to see Roman pinned under the much larger man's body. He steps off of Roman, jeers at him, and then takes a step back towards the stands.
"Stay there, Mr. Dannish." Glynda clears her throat. "You did well. You focused on your superior size, and used it to bring your opponent into an easy hold that he could not escape from. But do not grow overconfident. Your size will not always place you at an advantage against a smaller foe. As for you, Mr. Torchwick, I would advise either a heavier focus on physicality given your weapon's short range, or a switch up in weapon altogether to fit more with your lithe frame. You are floating in the middle. Commit to an extreme."
Roman nods hastily, sort of panicky looking, even as Glynda calls up the next pair of fighters. Neither of the names that get called are Ruby or Amber, so she focuses in, firstly, on Roman, and making sure he's alright.
"What happened?" She asks him. "I didn't even see. I got distracted, and then… well…"
"And then I got my ass kicked?" Roman laughs. "Yeah, uh… my bad. Underestimated my opponent. Won't happen again."
Ruby nods slowly, sort of uncertain as to whether or not she buys what it is that Roman's saying.
He's just… been showing an awful lot of odd signs lately.
What with his knives in initiation, his confusion at their dorms, not knowing how to fight Grimm, his overall lack of skill, despite the fact that he'd made it into Beacon, getting absolutely destroyed in combat classes…
Ruby hates to say it…
But this is all starting to sound rather familiar.
End Chapter 10
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