A fee moments later, Lilith exited the store wearing her lilac heels. Which look honestly great on her, it really matches her hair. I wave and she looks down to see if her shoe fits, the points beside me.

Lilith: Ermm, Ace? Why's the garbage can on fire?

Me: What garbage can?

Lilith: That one.

She says. pointing to the can beside me.

Me: Homeless people... Y'know.

Lilith looked confused, brushing some of her lilac hair out of her face. She then simply shrugged, and showed off her new heels.

Lilac: Like em' Ace?

Me: It looks great! Really matches your hair, it's really stylish... Like you.

I boasted. not really knowing why I said that last part... It just slipped out, darn you loose-lipped bastard! She gasped and blushed, rubbing her legs together nervously. I laughed at my indigenous flirting. I shoved my hands into my black hoodie's pockets, remembering I had to buy something from an old friend. Lilith knew I looked like I needed something.

Me: Lilith... Can I quickly get something, I just remembered that I needed to get something important for a project.

Lilith: Sure Ace... I'll wait here.

Me: Thanks a ton Lily.

I comment, giving my own personal nickname for her as I dash off to the tech shop, as I enter. The smell of fresh technology awaited me, I looked around for a moment pretending to browse, when I was actually going to pick up a wireless microphone. Now I won't tell you yet what it's for, but I assure you. It ain't for good.

Shopkeeper #135: Welcome to Tech and Wreck. May I help you sir?

Me: Hey, you know exact what I'm here for do you?

I pulled down the curtains, making sure no one saw inside what was happening. I flipped out an Ace of Spades card and handed it to him. He took it and inspected it for a moment, before nodding.

Shopkeep: You here for the speaker? Right?

Me: Yup, you got it old geezer.

He went to the back of the shop, I looked around for a moment again. Quickly snatching a Red Dust Crystal from behind the counter a watch, then some Lien from the cash register. It was then that he came back, and set down a small device, and a wireless microphone attached to it. This is the device I'd use to communicate in Beacon.

Shopkeep: That'll be 130 please.

I smirked, handing over 'my' money. He did not notice it at all as he placed the tech in a plastic bag and handed it to me. I left as the door closed behind me. Heading back to the shoe store... Next on the bucket list requires me to get my hands dirty, or should I say... Bloody.

Timeskip

Disembarking the airship, I waved goodbye to Lilith. Whom waved back. I shook it off, before I walked back onto campus. Looking around for Jaune Arc. Who would be a major wedge in my plans if I had broadcasted myself all over Beacon. Him suspecting me after I lit the fuse, not exactly a good thing y'know?

I strode into the elevator and checked my stolen watch on my wrist. Still enough time...

Then the door opened, it was Team JNPR!

Jaune: Oh! Hey Ace!

Jaune greeted to me, before he and his team of four entered the elevator alongside me.

Ren: Are you going to floor 5?

The Black-haired boy asked me.

Me: Yeah, me and my team's dorm room is on this floor.

Nora: Well what a coincidence ours too!

Nora cheerfully piped. I rolled my eyes, watching as the numbers increased by the ones every three seconds. Seemingly minutes as Jaune eyed me mysteriously.

Jaune: Hey Ace?... Where were you this afternoon?

Me: Shopping downtown Vale with Lilith. Why?

Pyrrha: Jaune, what's this?

The redhead asked him, Jaune shrugged and responded.

Jaune: I dunno, just an Arc hunch.

His voice was masked by the sound of the elevator stopping, and the doors sliding open to the fifth floor. I walked to my right... JNPR walked to the left. Instead of Jaune, who followed me.

Jaine: Hey Pyrrha, I'll meet you guys later... I gotta deal with something first.

Clearly this boy has lost his marbles, I continue walking as I hear his footsteps catching up. I sighted a speaker on the walls beside me, I quickly flipped up the small device the tech shopkeeper gave me. Without the notice of Jaune it implanted itself into the speaker system and automatically connected to my little microphone. I then turned around to confront the blonde.

Me: What's your big deal? Don't you have better things to do? I mean you're a roommate with a hot redhead. Why are you following me all around the place?

Jaune: I've been thinking, you're not a normal huntsman.

He says, I raise my eyebrows and stuff my hands into my pockets, all the while grabbing my butterfly knife and readying it.

Jaune: You're not trying to help me.

Me: What are you talking about?

Jaune: You manipulated me to kill someone!

Me: A big jerk! The 'jock' of the school! The stereotypical bully who holds back the great potential of amazing huntsme-

Jaune: SHUT UP!

He yells, unsheathing his blade at me. I stepped back, before gaining a risky idea in my head. It would have to require at least a quarter of my aura. I have the ability to turn to dust but I also have the ability to transfer people along with me by touch. Which is what I'd do.

Me: Jaune... You know something really gut wrenching to happen to a person?

Jaune: What the fuck is it?

Me: Betrayal... Backstabbers, liars and manipulators.

I ask curiously and innocently. He got into a lousy battle stance and held his blade at the ready. I only flip out an Ace of Spades card and fling it at him. He catches it rather clumsily and stares at it for a moment, then dropping it. Staring at me with a surprising look on his face.

Jaune: What are you playing at?

He asks furiously. Still gripping his blade.

Me: I am indeed not a huntsman.

I say as I step towards him, he steps back.

Me: I am not some hero, do-gooder, or evil-defeating huntsman. Oh no no no...

Jaune: W-who are you then?

He asks, still trying to retain his dominant charisma... but it is already too late for I've kicked right it at the base and had it shattered by the millions.

Me: I. Am. Spade...

I say, his eyes slowly widened, realizing the situation he's in... Deep shit.

Jaune: S-stay back! I-... I'll kill you!

He threatens, swinging a mighty arc at me... but missing by a few inches.

Me: Kill me?

I ask with a smile. Noticing an open window right beside him.

Me: Is that really something a false huntsman can do?