Ruby: And we're back!

Yang: Errrrrgh. Not so loud...

Splayed on the couch, Yang rests on the slightly-less-furnished furniture with a hand tenderly rubbing her bruised forehead. Meanwhile, Blake is sitting on top of the couch while Weiss has taken her place in the part with the missing cushion.

Ruby: So yeah, we'll be one reactor short on this one.

Weiss: Who... are you talking to?

Ruby: Don't worry about it.

The white-haired white-chick inhales sharply, doing her best to ignore the faint smell of buttered piss and expensive perfume in the air, as she balls up a fist in frustration.

Nora: On the plus side, I got more snacks!

Ren: *ahem*

Nora: *sigh* And there's enough for everyone. I gUeSs!

Within Nora's arms are several bags and bars of chocolate. Just enough to satisfy the hunger of eight people. Or one energetic ginger. Reluctantly, said girl starts passing some of the contents to Ren, who then passes them on to the others. As Jaune is handed a chocolate bar, he looks over the unfamiliar wrapping.

Jaune:...... What's a Crunch?

Pyrrha: Oreos, Cheez-It, Skittles, Ding Dongs?

Ruby: Pff-ft!

Pyrrha: I don't recognize any of these things... Now that I think about it.

The slightly armored teen looks around on the ground, looking for something. After a second or two of searching, she found what she was looking for. An empty soda can that Nora had acquired from God knows where. Grabbing it, she brings it up for her to see.

Pyrrha: Baja Blast.... Where are any of these from?

Nora: Don't worry abo--

Weiss: I swear to God, the next person to say that is getting chopped in the throat!

The sudden outburst is enough to silence the whole room, all now fearful of la blanca bitch's wrath.

Ruby: Well... I guess now's a good time to get started... Can I get the red bag with the triangles?

*CLICK*

Chapter 10: Necessary requirement

It's a particularly slow day in Beacon Academy. All the more convenient for Ozpin to continue the search for a particularly missing student. As he remains seated in his weird clockwork office, he accesses his computer and opens up all file reports on (y/n) Goodwitch. Thanks to cameras scattered around the city and facial recognition, he was be able to track down the boy with minimal difficulty... Which disappoints the Headmaster to no end when he only manages to pull up two videos related to the runaway student.

Jaune: Oh cool, Professor Ozpin is trying to look for him.

Weiss: With little success, apparently.

Ruby: You know, I never understood why anyone would WILLINGLY use a clock tower as an office. I was in there once when it struck four. Nearly gave me a heart attack.

Once again, (y/n) managed to disappear off camera while forcing the person to follow. Ozpin had managed to find a report relating to the victim. Tuscany Clawthorn, a warehouse employee who was found dead in a dumpster two days after this video was recorded. Autopsy showed cause of death was multiple blows to the head from possibly being stomped on.

Nora: Yeesh. At this rate, the guy's gonna look like a wanted criminal.

Blake: He technically already is.

The female feline fella speaks with a harsh tone as she nibbles on a Nutty Butty.

Beginning on a Friday afternoon, the room of team PNKY was discovered to have been heavily damaged. Afterwards, (y/n) had a confrontation with another student, Cardin Winchester, before assaulting him. Later on, he was found making his way towards the exit of the school grounds before being confronted by his team. Some words were exchanged before they too were attacked, with only the team leader coming out unscathed. It was around this time Ozpin started hearing about (y/n)'s actions.

Ruby: I feel like some details are missing, but okay.

Ren: A bit odd that with all these cameras, it's somehow difficult to track him.

Several scraps of paper revealed a depressing experience of (y/n)'s time in Beacon, along with a crumpled up suicide note. The discovery of the ceiling fan outside the building also revealed a makeshift noose attached to it. Autopsy of the noose showed traces of skin flakes embedded in the fabric.... With this information, Ozpin is hesitant on informing Glynda. While she is still able to teach her classes without issue, the revelation of her son's attempted suicide would devastate her.

Nora: Technically, he succeeded.

Within the busy halls of the police station, amongst the various officers going about their business to either uphold the law or consume donuts, sits the head honcho of the whole operation in his office. Chief of police, Svin Afføring. A grizzled police veteran from Atlas who was transferred to Vale after several officers were ousted for corruption a few years ago.

Jaune: What a nice and unique name!

Weiss: Oh, good, the police are finally getting involved. And from Atlas, as well.

Before he could reminisce in that thought, his office phone rings for his attention. Checking the caller ID, he raises a quizzical eyebrow. Grabbing the phone, he puts it to his ear and answers.

Svin: Hello, Headmaster Ozpin. To what do I owe this sudden call?

Ozpin: Greetings, Chief Afføring. My apologies for the surprise call, but I have a small request for you and the police department.

Svin: And what might that be?

Weiss: To arrest the main character.

Pyrrha: Or to help in searching him.

Weiss: You do realize that there are three murders connected to him, right?

The radio lets out a jingle signaling that it's moving on to other news or a commercial. Pen didn't care for either of it, so he just switches to FM as he takes a turn into a parking lot. Finding an exceptional parking space, he shuts off the car and gets out. He makes his way out of the lot and starts walking down the sidewalk to what looks like a bakery. Just outside of the bakery, he sees a few chairs and tables for those that wish to eat outside. Sitting at one of the tables, you can be seen chowing down on some muffins.

Jaune: Aww, now I want muffins.

Ruby: I prefer cupcakes.

Weiss: I could go for a mille-feuille right now.

The odd one out catches everyone off guard, as every seated Huntsman-in-training turns to Weiss. Even Yang, who was still for the most part, lifts her head up to give her teammate a confused look. Noticing the silence, the Schnee middle child looks around, awkwardly fidgeting in her seat from the stares.

Weiss: What? It's a three layered pastry filled with custard--You know what? Forget all of you!

(Y/n): Great. How much do I owe?

Pen: I had one of the boys swipe one off some rando on the streets. Just factory reset the thing, hope it doesn't have a tracker, and you're good.

Nora: Nothing like committing thievery to start the day. Or the middle of it. I don't know.

Pen: Does it involve muffins?

(Y/n): I wish. No, this involves the faunus. Apparently, much like their eyes, their ears are sensitive enough to be both a blessing and a curse for them. While they could probably hear two people fuck each other stupid from two blocks away, they can also go deaf from volumes that normal people could handle. The reason I'm eating outside of this subpar bakery is because it's some of the few businesses in the city owned by "proud hard working faunus!" Just take a peek through that window and watch.

Pyrrha: I don't like the sound of that.

Jaune: Wait, do faunus actually have really good hearing?

Blake: While certain faunus have highten hearing over others, depending on their type, the majority of us have pretty much the same or slightly above average hearing compared to humans. Pretty sure this is just made up for the plot... The fact that this is being brought up concerns me a lot.

Pen does exactly that and turns to one of the bakery's windows, taking a bite out of the muffin as he does so, spotting several customers and workers milling about. Meanwhile, you pull out a small silver whistle and put it up to your crumb covered lips. With a gentle blow, practically no sound comes out of it. Inside the bakery, however, anyone with animalistic features begin to sport looks of discomfort and confusion. You blow into the whistle a little harder, and some start covering whichever sets of ears hurt most. All while the normal people look on in concern.

Blake: Yep.

The only beast-like teen crumbles up the wrapper and tosses it over her shoulder, a look of offended annoyance etched on her face as she continues reading.

(Y/n): Hehehe! And you know the best part? This is considered a hate crime! God as my witness, I will find a way to weaponize sound.

Pyrrha: That is just atrocious! To take joy from causing harm to others, that is just inhumane.

Pen: Uhm.... A semblance is kinda a supernatural ability that pretty much everyone has if they know how to unlock it.

(Y/n): We have superpowers?

Pen: Yep. Which is directly connected to our souls.

(Y/n): We have souls?!

Ruby: I feel like that's a mood.

Jaune: That's kinda the same way I reacted when I first heard about semblances. Minus the soul thing, my family is pretty religious.

Weiss: Considering we're trapped against our will in this room, I'm pretty sure whatever higher power exists either has a sick sense of humor or abandoned us.

Ruby: Depressing thought. Next chapter!

*CLICK*

Chapter 11: New trick

Throughout my life, I have borne witness to the worst humanity has to offer. Negligence, selfishness, rape, murder, war, and various definitions of insanity. Abhorrent acts to one's own kin that would surely sentence them to eternal damnation. That is to say, I am not absolved of such sins myself. However, in all my years of existing in this world, I have only ever been given pause a handful of times by those so... depraved.

Jaune: Oh! What's this now?

(Y/n): Run that by me again?

Jaune: Okay, I guess we're glossing over that.

Junior: I said, we're going to rob the city armory.

Blake: Say what?

Weiss: I don't... Why?

Ruby: That is super illegal.

Junior: I'm still working on the details, so we're not doing it for a while. The reason why is because, compared to the White Fang and PD, we're laughably under-equipped. The Dust we have is useful, but I want us to at least have a fighting chance rather than get caught with our pants down. The fact that we almost walked into a trap at the warehouse is proof enough.

Ruby: Sounds reasonable, but still.

From the couch, Yang slowly rises from her position and properly sits in her seat. While rubbing her forehead, she lets out a soft grunt. At the same time, Blake spots her chance and scoots off the back of the couch, and takes her place on the middle cushion.

Yang: Okay... I think I'm good to hop back into this.

(Y/n): Manifestation of one's soul, blah blah blah, vary between individuals, yada yada yada, powerful ally in battle, bullshit bullshit--God, why can't they make learning fun?

Nora: Sounds like a you problem, buddy.

Weiss: Sounds like Ruby.

Ruby: Hey! I--

Weiss: Wait a minute...! Oh my God, I'm an idiot.

Moving like she has a purpose, Weiss hops off from her seat and rushes over to the door.

Blake: What are you doing?

Weiss: I completely forgot about using my semblance! All those bobby pins wasted...

Ignoring the futile sacrifice of her hair accessories, Weiss raises a hand and concentrates on a magical ability she's utilized since she was a little girl. And........ nothing. Confused by this fuckery, she waves her hand around and thrusts it at the door in the hopes of something sparkly to come out of her fingers. Now annoyed, she concentrates even harder to the point of her face slowly turning red.

Now cursing under her breath, Weiss raises both hands as she gives her damndest in creating any kind of glyph. When suddenly....

*toot*

Just like that, any attempts that Weiss hopes to do comes to an immediate halt by a sound that is both faint yet deafening. Although not concentrating hard to cause redness, her face remains as crimson as Pyrrha's hair from sheer embarrassment. Speaking of, she watches from her seat, wide-eyed, hand over her mouth as she holds back a giggle.

Everyone else, however, is having a harder time trying not to laugh. While most have both hands over their mouths, Nora is tweaking in her seat with her cheeks puffed out, while Ren has looked away while sucking his lips into his mouth.

Weiss, still facing the door, raises a finger as she speaks with a monotone voice.

Weiss: Anyone who laughs, I'll kill you.

Giving up, Weiss returns to her cushionless place and just malds there.

Weiss: We can't even use our semblances here. Great. Fantastic.

Ruby: Aww, don't be like that. Here, eat this!

The red dip dyed girl hands Weiss a brown candy bar. Confused, she grabs it and looks at the wrapped food in question. The word SNICKERS printed across its surface.

Weiss: Why?

Ruby: Because you're not you when you're hungry.

Weiss: I don--What does that even mean?

Ruby: Don't--

The youngest Huntress-in-training catches the word in her mouth just in time for Weiss to snap her gaze at the bedtime story reference. The look in her eyes almost translating to "I'm going to stab you with this candy bar."

Ruby:--... question your leader?

Weiss:... Just continue the damn story.

The moment you open your eyes, you're completely caught off guard from the change in scenery. What was once the corner of one of the backrooms, is now the bar you just were a few minutes ago. You in a stool, cold cider in hand, and club music dying down in the background for the late hours. The realization finally hits you as your eyes go wide.

Nora: Ahh crap, he's already mastered his semblance!

Pyrrha: It took me years after mine was unlocked to fully control my semblance. So, the fact he already has a good grasp of his after the first try.... That's kind of annoying.

Junior: We're going to rob the city armory.

The half assed grand reveal catches the Malachite twins by surprise, Miltia almost choking on her mocktini as Melanie lets go of her nose in shock. Knowing full well what happens next, you take a swig of your cider and stare your boss in the eye.

(Y/n): Say no more, I'm down.

Melanie: No, you shut up! You--

(Y/n): No, YOU shut up! Think about it! The White Fang are getting more feisty, the cops are a continuous problem, and the Dust we have can only do so much. If we want to resemble anything close to formidable, we need bigger hardware outside of axes and pistols.

Jaune: Okay, being able to dominate a conversation by rewinding time is the best thing I've heard! I could have had much less embarrassing social interactions with that...

Finishing your cider, you get up from the stool and head to the backrooms... again. Speaking of confusing time jumps, you think back to your little meditation session and what you just discovered. Just like in the warehouse, you somehow went backwards in time, revealing that your semblance must be time travel! Although this revelation excites you, you still don't have a full understanding on how it works. This semblance could take some time to properly get used to, if not master. However, given what this little party trick can do....

You've got all the time in the world now.

Nora: Oh, hardy har har.

Blake: Another reason to be worried! Great.

Yang: The number of crimes he can commit will be mind-boggling.

Ruby: Alright, one more chapter to finish the day!

*CLICK*

Chapter 12: Notoriety

It's high noon in the city of Vale, citizens are going about their day, and two cops drive around the streets in a patrol car. As the duo do their patrolling, they have a little conversation.

Cop1: So I'm like; If I wanted an opinion, I'd have popped a squat and shit one out myself! Then we finished our meal and continued our anniversary.

Jaune: What?

Cop2: You're a sick man, you know that?

Cop1: At least I get into relationships with girls of legal age.

Weiss: Um.

Cop2: Hey! She told me she was 16!

Ruby: I am very uncomfortable right now.

Cop1: What is it?

Cop2:.... An easy ticketing, that's what it is!

Interested, cop 1 looks over and, sure enough, sees some punk riding an expensive looking motorcycle.

Yang: I swear to God.

Cop2: Oh shit, you're--Isn't that the kid the chief told everyone look out for?

Yang: Mmmmmmmh.

Ruby: Please don't headbutt anything else.

Yang: No, it's fine. I'll just rage internally like a healthy adult.

Meanwhile, you're sitting on Little Bear, chilling like a motherfucker in casual clothes, while you're parked on a side lane with scroll in hand. You flip through your music list as you think about what to get for lunch.

-In Haven I'll Be In Good Company

-It's The End Of Remnant As We Know It

-Black Faunas

-Gods Are Gonna Get Sick Of Me

-[seizurefile2.mp3]

-Schneenagers

Nora: I have no idea what songs these are parodying, but they sound like bangers.

Weiss: Is that last one supposed to be a joke of my family name?

Cop1: You know, there are some people wondering where you ran off to. Your mother is really worried.

(Y/n): Well tell her I'm doing just fine and going on a titty bar crawl across the city or whatever, I'm kinda busy with some things. Good day, officers.

Yang: Okay, that's just ridiculous... There's only, like, one jiggle joint in the entire city, and it's not even that good.

Ruby: Yeah, I don't want to know how or why you know that.

You simply turn your gaze down to the hand on your arm, grip still tight. Glancing up, you stare the cop in the eye as you let out an annoyed exhale through your nostrils.

Nora: Welp, R.I.P. coppers.

Chief Afføring continues working behind his desk, practically a second home to him at this point, and types away on his computer as he looks through reports. Purse snatching, destruction of property, grand theft, murder. Just another unfortunate day in this lovely city. Scratching his grayish mustache, he files away another report as he glances at a radio he keeps on his desk. A little device he uses to keep track of current call outs from operators.

Weiss: Good to know the police are diligent with their work.

Blake: And yet, crime continues.

Ruby: Sooooo, Yaaang. How's it going with that rental scoo--

Yang: I don't want to talk about it.

Ruby: Understandable--Jaune! What's new with you?

Jaune: Eh, not much.

Ruby: Oh, a comedian now, are ya?

As most of the more talkative members around the table discuss normal teen things like the intricacies of equal rights and who would win in a battle to the death, Yang just continues to fiddle with her scroll before checking out HueTube. With some scrolling on her aptly named device, she comes across a thumbnail that catches her attention. In it is what looks like a top view of a biker on a road, both figure and vehicle outlined in glowing red as everything else is given a blue filter. The title of the video reading "Biker lays out 2 cops in 7.3 seconds 😱🤕💀". Seeing as the video is around half a minute long, that's probably unlikely.

Ren: Strangely enough, we do talk about those two subjects a lot.

Ruby: I feel like you could make a show out of the second one. A series of death battles.... Nah, that would never get off the ground.

Nora: I was totally right about the rip thing!

Yang: That piece of shit painted on my Bumblebee! I recognize the chassis anywhere.

Jaune: Understandable crash out.

Nora: Oh, that actually looks pretty c--

Yang: Finish that sentence, Valkyrie, I dare you.

Yang turns her head towards the Valkyrie in the room and glares. Nora, sensing murderous thoughts aimed towards her, turns to stare back at the blonde brawler.

Nora: What...? What?!

This results in the boy quickly grabbing the cop's arm, pulling him in, and sucker punching him in the throat. This results in the officer to keel over in a coughing fit. The second cop, now in fight mode, immediately goes for the taser gun on his belt. (Y/n) sees this and swiftly grabs the nightstick from the coughing cop. Moving fast, he swings at the second officer and smashes the taser out of his hands. Not letting up, the teen starts bashing the baton into the law enforcer's head. The first strike causes the cop to stumble back. The second knocks him down. The third to seventh hits were just for fun.

Blake: They never saw it coming.

Pyrrha: The fact he might be enjoying this is sickening.

The video ends with (y/n) driving off screen, leaving everyone watching in shock from what they've just seen. Weiss and Pyrrha have their mouth's covered, while the rest are just wide eyed in horror.

Safe to say, the entire table has lost their appetite.

Jaune: Not wrong there.

The blond boy closes the box of Cheez-Its and sets it aside.

Ruby: And just like that, we're halfway finished!

Weiss: Can't finish fast enough.

Yang: Hey, Nora, next time you pull food out of thin air, can you also grab some drinks? I'm kinda thirsty.

Ren: I still don't know where, or how, you're getting any of these.

Nora: Eh, don't worry about i--OOF!

In the blink of an eye, Weiss launches herself across the room, past both teams, and tackles the ginger girl out of her seat. Now on the ground, the SDC heiress straddles the orphan girl as she swings her scrawny arms down on her. The latter of the two does her best to get the skinny chick off her. Meanwhile, the rest of the teams suddenly jump from their seats to try and stop the fight.

Ruby: No! Down, Weiss! DOWN! DOwn.... O-okay. Nora, Nora, put her down. Pu--NONOTLIKETHAT!!!

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A/n: Fucking hell, the next chapter is going to be a bitch and a half.

Ruby: Oh come on. How bad can it be?

A/n: How does ten thousand and seven hundred words sound?

Ruby:.... That's a lot.

A/n: Yeh... Wanna give it a quick peek?

Ruby: No........ Yes.