Chapter 23

Sisters

"You should tell them." Rose said bluntly, moving at a demanding pace for someone so obviously encumbered by a recently shattered leg, even if she was a veteran warrior. Blake chalked it up to Rose's own pain tolerance, and the healing potency of the older woman's Aura. Aura had many uses, from strengthening a blade's edge to shielding a user from harm, and not the least it's abilities was the terrific recuperative abilities it granted. A normal soldier may be out of the field for months with a slew of injury of similar severity to Rose's, but a Hunter with an unwavering soul would be back in the field within a week, with little loss of muscle or skill. It was part of the reason they were so highly revered. Hunter's fought harder, longer, and more often than any other soldier, shining bulwarks against the Grimm darkness, each and every one paying bloody testament to humankind's unwavering determination to survive.

Blake had no doubt Rose would be completely healed in a day or two, all that considered.

The halls they were walking were slightly busy, given that it was early evening and for many the end of hard day's work. Some students were going to their dorms, some to dinner, but all of them made for obstructions in Blake's path. It was sort of fun for her to make a game of it, as she often did, gliding in between the smallest gaps and timing her bursts of speed as finely as she could, all whilst trying to remain as innocuous as possible. And it seemed that Rose was aware of this little peculiarity of hers, as she was obviously doing her best to make it as difficult as possible to walk next to her, and thus reply in their so far slightly stilted conversation.

That, or Rose was trying to get Blake to bowl over some random passer-by for fun. Either seemed as likely as the other, if the cat faunus admitted, knowing Rose. Finally, sidling around a particular rambunctious group of male students she levelled with Rose. The sidelong look she gave the older woman sparked a glimmer of humour in her silver eye, and she looked far too innocent to be convincing in the slightest.

"What do you mean?" Blake asked, handily ignoring their subtle – if brief – chase.

"Your secret." Rose supplied, making Blake snap to her with surprise. There was no point in telling her what secret she was likely to be talking about.

"Is now really the best time?" Blake answered unsurely, wary of telling the Schnee heiress about her true race so soon after Rose had put the girl (hopefully) on the right path.

"I don't know." Rose shrugged easily, now walking at a reasonable speed, and slapping a nearby male student on the back of the head as he leered at her. Blake snorted when he tripped slightly, bouncing his head off a door his teammate had been opening. Rose seemed completely oblivious to the slight injury she'd just caused a student on a whim, making good time on her march to the cafeteria. "Like I said, it's your choice, but I think Weiss just came to terms with what we've discussed over the last few days. She doesn't open up often, and I think it would mean a lot to her if you told her now, whilst she's still - for lack of a better word - susceptible."

"Isn't that sort of manipulative?" Blake questioned, furrowing her brow. Rose made a face at that, almost a grimace, seemingly torn.

"Is it a bad sort of manipulative is the question you want to ask." Rose stated, and then she sighed. "I'm trying to be level with you all, really I am. What I most want is for you all to be happy, and for things to be easier, better, than it was for me the first time round." She pursed her lips, and rolled her hand in the air. "So I suggest things, or I talk you through some stuff. Does that count as manipulation? It probably is, granted, but I can provide a level of guidance that no one else could, having lived these events once before." Blake took a moment to scrutinise Rose as she said this, noticing a solemn set to her friend's defined features she'd become all too familiar with in these last few days. It had been showing up more and more during Rose's brief stint in the infirmary. "But is it ethical, is it right to do so? Am I suborning someone else's free will? I don't even know, and this entire situation is so completely impossible that I'm tying myself in knots thinking about it." Rose admitted, her voice laced with stubborn sort of frustration.

"Are you trying to mould us into something else? Trying to have us go through a planned set of events?" Blake questioned, doing her best to piece together a picture of Rose's dilemma.

"No, not really. The two biggest problems we had – wartime not included - were the fight about your heritage, and Weiss' father and her company's legacy. The former was more or less a symptom of the latter, however. Other than that I just want you all safe. Well, safe as someone training to be a professional monster slayer can be." Rose granted with a small grin. Blake returned the smile slightly, before returning to the problem at hand.

"So all you're trying to do is offset the potential major problems, but otherwise leaving us to our own devices, unless we come to you specifically?" She asked in hopes of clarification.

"Well, mostly, yeah." Rose replied, bobbing her head. "I mean, I'm gonna help you, and I am going to talk and give advice and just… I dunno, support you? But that's less because I know things and more because I care about you all on a personal level, as my friends. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She implored.

"I believe so." Blake acknowledged with a warm smile. "As long as you aren't directing us toward a certain goal, just toward protecting and encouraging our health and happiness I believe isn't manipulative, per se. You want us to grow, succeed, and come together as a team and as friends." She said, and Rose gave her a relieved, affirmative grin. "I believe that falls under more benevolent terms; mentorship, maybe?" The amber-eyed trainee suggested.

Rose paused, her hobbled stride halting. "Mentorship, huh?" She mused aloud, an odd look in her eye.

Blake ignored the strangely portentous feeling those two words had, and considering exactly whom it came from, mentally prepared herself for similar occurrences in the future. "You aren't making choices for us – except perhaps in your effort to shield us from harm, but considering the situation I can't find it in myself to complain – just providing us with guidance and the tools to make our own path. I believe mentor is an appropriate label." Blake comforted as they stepped into bustling cafeteria, and then walked into the long line for food.

Rose blew out a slow breath, before giving Blake a sidelong glance, ignoring the chatter and the inquisitive looks of the students around her. It seemed that, like Qrow, her own reputation at Beacon was making itself known. More than a few whispers drifted over with the line of 'the new combat instructor'. "Here I am, trying to give you advice, and you end up making me feel better."

"Mm." Blake hummed.

'My pleasure.'

"Anyway, like you said, I won't be making your choices for you." Rose told her seriously. "But I really do believe that you should tell them."

Blake closed her eyes contemplatively. She had expected to tell her team, it was inevitable that they would find out, but for it to happen so soon? Did she trust them? She wanted to, but past experience had made her wary. Humans were as a whole not nearly as benevolent as they believed themselves to be.

She was torn. Part of her knew already, and part of her was still indecisive, a part that feared that she would be shunned and abandoned to the cruel, desperate loneliness of the world once more.

But they wouldn't. Rose was proof of that, living, breathing, proof that team had accepted her already, once before. Before in a time yet to take place, an impossible piece of now borne from a future yet unlived. Could she have faith that everything would once more be as it was? Wasn't it Rose's most fervently pursued goal to change the future?

Would it even be worth it?

She could be herself, with no reservations, if she came clean with her teammates – at least around them. To be able to indulge those small, priceless freedoms she'd denied herself for months, ever since she'd left the White Fang. No lingering sense of guilt or responsibility, everything she did – for good or for ill – would be laid at the feet of the true Blake. No masks, no lies, and no little black bow.

Just Blake, flaws and all.

Rose waited patiently as Blake stood in pensive silence, absentmindedly collecting trays of food for her team. There was a weight to her stillness that indicated that she was in deep, serious thought. An air of almost tangible deliberation clung to the stealthy faunus. She remained quiet, even as they left the cafeteria. It was halfway to the dorm when Blake stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"What's up, Blake?" Rose prompted, keeping her eye out for any eavesdroppers, but satisfied when she couldn't detect anything obvious.

Blake turned and met eye-to-eye with Rose, looking thoughtful as ever. "If… if things don't work out, what will I do?"

Rose took a moment to consider that, tilting her head side to side. "Before or after I kick their asses?" Rose joked lightly, getting a brief thankful quirk to Blake's lips, before she answered seriously. "If team RWBY can't abide something like this, they aren't worth my attention." She declared darkly. "I won't tolerate discrimination, from anyone, least of all from myself. If it really comes down to it, in this I'll always stick by you, Blake." She told her, laying a hand on Blake's shoulder, squeezing lightly.

Blake took a deep breath and straightened up, feeling much more at ease after Rose's reassurance. "I'm going to tell them." She said firmly, committed to this course of action that could, and probably would, irrevocably alter the path her life took from here on out.

"Lead the way."

Weiss was barely paying a mind to her food, and considering what she was eating was vaguely shepards pie, that was probably for the best. The rest of the team didn't seem to share her halfhearted concern, or self her self preservation instinct, and were happily tucking into their meal. Blake had briefly put up a fuss about the quality of the food, but Rose had said she had eaten far worse in the field, and Blake too conceded that she had endured some horrific field rations in the past. On any other day, Weiss might have found such a conversation amusing, as she and her sister had snuck Hunter rations back at Schnee manor once upon a time.

Let it be known that children raised on five star cuisine were rather fussy, and that whomever had created the field rations first priority had most assuredly not been catering to a Schnee's delicate palette.

But as it was, she was mostly consumed by her thoughts. Her composure had broken earlier, not completely, but a far cry from the composed equilibrium that had been demanded from her all her life. In her lapse she had confided in the teammate sisters, telling them more about her past in one sitting than she had anyone else ever before - total.

And now she was confused, and she felt uncomfortably fragile, like she was teetering on some pivotal precipice and one strong push would upend her into... into what?

She did not know, and that went onto a long list of what she didn't know, right now she felt as if she barely knew anything. Her entire world was changing so quickly. Her escape from the life of the Schnee heiress, her arrival at Beacon, her partnership with Ruby, her acceptance of said girl as her leader and friend, her acceptance of the fact that an older Ruby Rose travelled backwards through time. And now, this. The complete upheaval of last roots of respect she had for her own father. Her world had changed.

Or perhaps, she mused, it was more accurate to say her perception of the world around her shifted immensely over the last few days, ever since Rose had supplied her with evidence of her father's crimes.

Of his lies.

In some ways the world was a far lighter place without the burden of honour the name Schnee rested on her soul. In some respects it was far darker, in that the name Schnee is what has labelled the approval of atrocities too numerous to comprehend.

The honest support and overwhelming energy of both Ruby and Yang had helped heal some of the turmoil and isolative pain she'd struggled with since she was young. It had been merely a month but to her surprise, and if she was being honest to her immense relief and delight, she counted her team – even the immensely reserved Blake - as her friends.

True, honest-to-Oum friends.

And on that note she considered her feelings when it came to Rose, Ruby's older self. She had hurt Weiss, and it was deep, harsh wound, but the heiress could see it was the type of hurt that had to be inflicted to allow her to heal. She would liken it to old healing practice of bloodletting, but actually effective as opposed to medieval medical nuttery.

It was an unfamiliar feeling to understand just how much you can come to rely on a supportive, more experienced figure. On someone who cared. She couldn't deny she had come to rely on Rose already. The fact that Rose made no secret of the love she held for each and every member of team RWBY was a balm to her soul, and it helped to soothe the sting of the lesson Rose had delivered unto Weiss. Rose's unwavering support also helped to ease a long-held tension in Weiss. She was unsure just what she considered the older woman, but it was positive, and she knew she would come to understand it - and her - better in time.

What she most assuredly did not understand were her feelings for Yang. Weiss was not an overly emotional person, and not purely because of her stringent upbringing, but even she could discern that the scope of her feelings for the team's resident brawler was beyond her experience. Weiss craved her company, the first time she had truly wished for the company of person rather than people. She made Weiss feel... things, in the strangest, most pleasant of ways. It was confusing and it made her head hurt just as often as it sent her pulse racing. As time permitted she would endeavour to understand what… this was, as well...

Maybe she would ask Rose?

Then there was the youngest of their group. Ruby was simple. She infuriated Weiss, annoyed her to the ends of Vale and back again. She was childish, immature, loud, reckless, and utterly ill mannered. But she was also immensely kind, honest, caring, prone to moments of startling insight, and wielded an odd wisdom that belied her fifteen years of age. She was excitable as a puppy, and just as affectionate. It was endearing and vexing in equal measure.

In Blake she sensed something of a kindred soul. In some aspects they were rather alike, and Blake was... well she right now she was staring at Weiss. Yes, Weiss' attention may have drifted a little as she ate, carried away by her thoughts, but there was something intense in the way Blake was looking at her that had got her attention and brought her back to the present. Glancing around it seemed both Yang and Ruby had noticed, going uncharacteristically quiet as they watched Blake's observe Weiss. Rose, for her part, was simply sitting and drinking her hot chocolate. She too was observing… but also something else.

It was like she was waiting for something, perhaps?

"I have something important to tell you guys." Blake said nervously, muffled because of the way she was biting on her lower lip. It was an odd counterpoint to her usual enunciated, mellow patterns.

'Was this what Rose was waiting for?' Weiss thought quickly, suspiciously. It seemed entirely possible as the older woman outwardly seemed relaxed, but Weiss could tell just how attentive she was being, courtesy of her penetrative silver hued gaze.

"Wassup, Blakey?" Yang prompted easily, ostentatiously trying to ease her partner's nerves. "Everything ok?"

"Yeah…" Blake nodded, before easing some tension of her shoulders, and releasing a pent up breath. "Yeah." She repeated. "I think it's time I stopped hiding." She said decisively, her amber eyes glimmering with determination.

"Hiding what?" Ruby asked cautiously, watching with curiosity as Blake reached up to her ever-present bow. With a few deft movements of dextrous fingers, it came undone. The black lace fell loose, fluttering to the table in a slow, lazy spiral. The room was so silent you could almost hear the thin fabric as it made contact with the wood below it.

"I'm a faunus." Blake declared boldly, her posture proud and defiant, as if daring someone to disparage her race.

Several moments of that same, intense silence passed.

"Those ears are fucking adorable." Yang stated bluntly with a wide grin and two thumbs up. Blake gave her a strange look, and Yang shrugged with an easy grace. "What? They are."

"Those are so CUTE!" Ruby yelled as she bolted upright when her shock had worn off, unconsciously agreeing with her sister. The smug smile Yang shot Blake practically screamed 'told you so'. "I can't believe you have little kitty ears Blake! Oh Dust! They're just so... so gah!" Rose reached up and snagged Ruby's cape before she could dash over to glomp Blake. The smaller Ruby looked up to the other with her infamous puppy eyes, but it seemed their fatal flaw was their ineffectiveness on your clone from the future. The eye Rose was giving Ruby said 'I know exactly what you were going to do. No.', leaving Ruby to pout in protest, staring longingly at Blake's ears and mumbling about 'cute kitties' under her breath.

All this was white noise to Weiss, who was still frozen stock still at the sight of Blake's ears. The silence that had fled in the face of Yang's bold statement came flooding back, more oppressive and tense than ever. Both Blake and Weiss were staring at each other, their eyes locked across the low wooden table. Slowly, deliberately, Weiss stood, walking over to the newly ousted cat faunus. Blake watched the heiress approach with apprehension, her eyes now flickering uncertainly to the inscrutable looking Rose, who maintained her firm grip on Ruby's hood.

Blake's attention swivelled back to Weiss as the smaller woman closed in. Her icy eyes were a veritable storm of emotions, her face flickering so quickly between a myriad of subtleties that Blake was completely unsure how she was taking this new revelation. Weiss stopped but a few inches from Blake, whose every inch was staring up from her sitting position challengingly. Blake's eyes narrowed as Weiss lifted a trembling hand, her thoughts flashing back to those many occasions where abusers had amused themselves by tugging harshly on her sensitive ears.

As Weiss moved her hand, she noticed Blake's expression turn hostile. She licked her suddenly dry lips. "May I?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling much like her lifted hand. Blake's expression went from aggressive to surprised, before warming slightly, causing some of Weiss' anxiety to drop away. Blake nodded slowly in assent, however she seemed to be still very much keeping a wary eye on Weiss.

Weiss moved slowly, and brushed hesitant fingers against the smooth, dark fur of Blake's ears. She froze when they twitched lightly at her touch, but when Blake made no move to reprimand her she continued her ministrations. She stroked a line with the pad of her index finger from the tip of the left ear down to the base, revelling in this new, previously taboo experience. When Blake still made no noise of dissent, Weiss lightly rolled the top of an ear between her finger and thumb, before stroking both ears with more confidence.

"They feel almost like real cat's ears." Weiss mumbled, slightly awed.

"They are real cat's ears." Blake added with a raised brow. "That's sort of the problem."

"O-oh, I didn't- I mean of course their real I ju- I," Weiss instantly began stammering out an apology, completely off balance and wary of insulting Blake. She had no idea what to say to a faunus! Did she do something wrong already?

"Shh, it's fine." Blake reassured with a small chuckle.

Weiss took in a deep breath to centre herself, before looking back down at Blake. "Really?" She asked quietly, hesitantly.

"Yes." Blake assured her simply. Weiss took a few moments to continue petting Blake's ears, who was starting to rather enjoy the feeling.

"They're lovely." Weiss whispered with a shy smile.

Blake's expression softened immensely at those softly spoken words. "Thank you, Weiss." She said, touched.

"OH MY GOSH, GUUUUUUUYYYYSSS!"

"Gah! Ruby?!"

"Ooph!"

Both Weiss and Blake went down in a flurry of limbs and rose petals as Ruby tackled them both down in a high-speed hug. The trio ended up on the floor, with Weiss on her side, Blake on her back, and Ruby sprawled over both of them, her arms tightening like a vice, displaying that she was, in fact, related by blood to Yang.

"OhmygoshtthatwassocuteandyoutwoweresolovelyandIthoughyouweregonnabemadbutthenyouwerentandthenyoutouchedherandshesmiledandyousaidthingsandshesaidthingsandthenyoutouchedhermoreandshesmiledandlaughedandyousmiledandthenyoucomplimentedherandImsohappyIcouldjustdieandteamRWBYisntevergoingtobreakapartandyoutwoaregoingtoloveeachotherandbefriendsandIcantbelievehowamazingblakeskittyearsare-" Ruby rambled insanely, muffled by her cloak and her intermittent sobs, but apparently not at all hampered by the need to breathe.

Weiss craned her head to look over the shoulder of hysterical Ruby, glowering accusingly at Rose, who in turn was waving at her with great cheer. Yang also seemed entertained by her teammates predicament.

"It's weird not being on the other side of that." Yang commented with chuckle.

As Blake lay on the wooden floor of her dorm next to her disgruntled ex-racist friend, staring at the ceiling and petting the hair of her questionably sane, undoubtedly emotionally unbalanced fifteen year team leader, she couldn't quite stop the wide smile growing on her face.

"That must've been fun." Yang sang chipperly. Blake and Weiss had just managed to extricate themselves from the overemotional Ruby, who Rose had escorted away for a quick shower to calm her down. Weiss - who maintained a safe distance - had joined them, as she had been thoroughly snotted on by the crying Ruby. Blake, luckily, had escaped that fate, leaving her alone in the room with Yang.

"It wasn't so bad, actually." Blake said truthfully. "Just a little overly enthusiastic."

"Like a sniffly koala shot from a cannon, right?"

Blake blinked slowly. "That is an... apt description."

"Who has endured those for the last fifteen years." Yang pointed at her chest, before grinning. "Luckily, you ladies get your own share now."

"Joy." Blake deadpanned.

"You'll deal." Yang waved off, not at all sympathetic.

"I'm sure." Blade said dryly, before she began indulging herself in a languid stretch, the likes of which she hadn't exercised in any sort of company for quite some time. The reason this was so became immediately apparent as her back arched in a manner that was blatantly not possible for a normal human.

"Wow, you're like a legit cat-person." Yang commented.

"In the flesh." Blake sighed, feeling the pleasant relief of a good stretch.

"Hey," Yang began, getting Blakes attention, before pointing at her ears. "Do you mind...?"

Blake smiled indulgently at Yang, rolling her eyes for good measure. "Sure, get it out of your system."

Yang bounced forward gleefully, before she began rubbing her Blake's ears. She 'ooh'ed' and 'ahh'ed' appropriately, trying her best to not go too crazy with her affectionate petting. As she was humming, rubbing the soft warmth of Blake's right ear, something caught her attention. Two small indents. She frowned minutely, rubbing her fingers over the spot and using her superior height to peer at what felt so odd.

Two small circular dots. And as Yang stared at them, she realised they were scars.

When she was younger she had volunteered at an animal centre for some time, caring and looking after the various strays that were brought in from all over Patch. She'd always been fond of animals, and her time there had taught her a lot about them. She'd seem some terrible things, various critters too sick, weak or feral to survive that were inevitably put down via euthanasia, a hard pill to swallow for an animal loving eleven year old girl. And she'd some wonderful things, pets that were picked up by families that ended up being nursed back to health, and went on to have long and happy lives. Hell, she'd picked up Zwei himself at that very same shelter for Ruby's ninth birthday!

So yes, she recognised the signs of old scarring, even under the fur. But this... it was too neat, too uniform.

Almost like someone had taken a hole punch to Blake's ear...

"Oh no no no."

"What?" Blake asked, startled by Yang's horrified tone. Her anxiety spiked when Yang turned watery lilac eyes on her.

"Blake, your ear." Yang said softly, her voice bubbling with repressed rage. "What happened to your ear?"

Blake stiffened as soon as the sentence left Yang's mouth, and Yang made a strangled noise in the back of her throat. She'd seen too much over the last few days. Too much not to understand. Too many pictures of downtrodden, haunted faces with bright yellow markers clamped to their ears, like so much livestock.

"The mines." Yang hissed.

The cat faunus snapped her head up. "Yang, I-" She paused as Yang shut her eyes, fisting her hands and trembling violently. "Yang?"

Scorching crimson glowed from beneath Yang's hooded lids. Every single muscle was taut as a bowstring as she fought the urge breakburnhurtfightdestroy."Gym." The enraged blonde snapped in explanation, before storming from the room, slamming the door behind her shut so violently it rattled on it's hinges.

Blake watched her go, unable to pursue, rooted to the spot by shock and worry.

Yang stormed down the hallways, everything a blur as she fought her violent urges.

How dare they touch her partner?!

How dare they hurt her like that?

How dare they hurt anyone like that?!

Monsters. They were monsters in human skin, and Rose could go fuck herself if she thought she could stop Yang from hunting down every last one of them and pulling their spine out through their oesophagus.

She needed to vent, needed to do something. She needed to hurt, weights, boxing bags, whatever she could get her hands on. If she didn't do anything all this energy would make her explode.

It was too much, far too much, and Yang was burning. Every inch of her was screaming violence, her fight or flight instincts multiplied thousandfold, with flight completely thrown out the window.

Yang barely had time to pause as she barged into a workout room, almost knocking over an unfortunate gym-goer.

"Hey, sugartits!"

Yang stopped and turned.

And then she snapped.

Rose, Weiss and Ruby walked in companionable silence during their trek back to the dorm from communal showers. They had a personal one in their dorm, of course, but it had been clogged once again by Yang's ridiculously long hairs, so in the end they had to settle for what they had available. Ruby and Weiss were both bone tired, having both gone through a long day. Or days, really. Weiss had been run through the emotional gauntlet, and Ruby had been there every step of the way, and they had never been so unabashedly glad that tonight marked the start of the weekend.

"Do you hear that?" Rose asked with a small frown, stopping her languid pace and staring out a nearby window.

"Hm?" Ruby replied sleepily. "Hear what?"

"Heeeeeelllllllp!"

"That." Rose answered, trotting over to the window. Weiss, despite her craving for her soft, warm bed, dutifully followed as her own curiosity spiked, dulled by tiredness as it was. She looked out the window, taking in the early evening display of Beacon. A myriad of lights lit a variety of pathways and courtyards, and sprawling greens shadowed by large trees were illuminated by the soft glow of the shattered moon. The mass of the fortresslike buildings were dotted with lights, and the tall spire stretched up into the night sky, as if they were great candles providing light to all the world around them.

"Is that Yang?" Weiss muttered, staring at a bright, glowing form on the lawn far below them. The form was darting to and fro, in between three other shifting figures.

"It is." Rose confirmed with a chuckle.

"Someone, anyone!"

"What is she doing?" Weiss asked, narrowing her gaze. Ruby, who had always enjoyed the gift of spectacular sight - a big part of why her chosen weapon included a sniper - answered for her.

"She's fighting." She sighed. "Again."

"Who is she fighting?" Weiss asked in morbid curiosity.

"Looks like Cardin." Ruby told her. "Except I don't know what weapon she's swinging." Ruby commented with a confused frown.

"That," Rose began.

"Ohgodhelpus!"

"Is Mr. Bronzewing." She finished with a snicker.

"Why would she be beating Cardin unconscious with his own teammate?" Weiss wondered, peering down at the drama below.

"WHO YOU CALLING SUGARTITS NOW, FUCKERS?!"

"Idiots." Ruby moaned, banging her head against the window sill.

"Well, as much as it hurts to give them this much credit, but they really should know better." Weiss muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"As I teacher, I feel like I should stop this." Rose posed philosophically. "But as an extremely vindictive person, this is just way too much fun to watch."

"Oh god, RUN!"

"That's only a flesh wound! Come on, you pansies!"

"Wow," Ruby uttered as she listened to the girlish shrieks of her sister's victims, in a mix of horror and fascination. "People really should not fit together like that." Ruby said, scrunching up her nose in distaste.

Weiss, fearing for her sanity if she continued to watch Yang bend team CRDL into what could only be described as non-euclidian geometry, turned on her heel and headed for bed.

Sometimes discretion really was the better part of valour.

"GAH, MY SPLEEN!"

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Hey all! Just a quick authors note, and a thank you to CinnamonPearl517 for their amazing review! It was seriously crazy, but it provided a lot of useful feedback and I'm very thankful s/he wrote it! Also, thanks to whomever set up the 'Remnant's Reclaimer' TVTropes page. I recently discovered it, and I couldn't stop grinning. It's seriously cool that someone put the effort in like that. So, cheers!

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