Hello kind viewers! It is me again!

For those of you who are here from "More Than You Can Chew", welcome and thank you for joining me on what was my first fanfic!

For those who are just joining welcome anyways!

This will be vastly different than MTYcC. Where that fic was more a focus on making fun of the characters and the story, this one will reverse the roles of a whole bunch of characters, changing the canon almost immediately, and changing character personalities drastically.

NOTE: Some characters have switched roles with other characters but somewhat retain their personalities, instead having a different backstory or the like. Outfits, weapons, and some semblances have also been changed.

Like I said, a lot of changes.

You've been warned.

I'll have more to say at the bottom, but for now, let us get into it!

Spunky was how most people described her. She didn't like being called spunky though. Badass? Hell yeah. Strong? You bet. Sexy? Well, that would be creepy since she was only fifteen but hey, she thought she was pretty good looking.

She was on the shorter side, only around five foot two or so, but that was fine since she worked out to make up for it! If you couldn't be tall, you may as well get big!

Her eyes were a beautiful lilac, and her blonde hair was tied into two twin tails on either side of her head. She wore a brown jacket that covered her chest and right arm and hung down to her hips, and underneath was an orange tank top with her burning heart insignia on the breast. Over her shoulders was a short white cape that fell only to her mid back. It was frilled and curved inward to wrap around her shoulders.

She wore a pair of black shorts, and, at her older sister's fussing, a pair of black thigh highs to cover the rest of her legs with a purple handkerchief tied around her left ankle. She wore a white skirt-like sash on her waist, the same material as her cape, underneath was a small pouch hanging on a belt that held fire dust. She wore a pair of darker brown boots, meant for kicking, stomping, and grounding her while she punched.

Oh and of course, how could anyone forget her punch?

On her wrists were a pair of what looked like golden bracelets. When deployed however, they became her partners in crime: Ashen Celica. Her older sister, the absolute weapon nut that she was, helped her with the design.

Her sister would be going away soon though. She'd be attending Beacon academy; Remnant's most renowned school for huntsmen in training. It had been the older girl's dream for as long as she could remember.

So for now she trained so that she could catch up to her sister. Currently her training was behind her family's cabin on the island of Patch outside of Vale.

Oh? Who was she, you ask?

Why, none other than Yang Xiao Long.

How was she training?

"Woah!" she ducked under the slash of a sword and stepped in to try and slug her opponent in the stomach.

With little effort, the combatant in front of her vanished and Yang's eyes widened as she threw her arms behind her, activating Ashen Celica's alternative firing mode.

Literally a firing mode, as the pair of gauntlets held within, a pair of equally badass flamethrowers. Her older sister had insisted that a shotgun function would be better, but Yang insisted on the range and intensity the flamethrowers held.

Besides, the flamethrowers let her do what she was currently doing.

When her arms were behind her, she pulled the triggers within the gauntlets and let loose two narrow streams of fire, sending her flying forward and giving her a chance to right herself as she flipped through the air and landed in a crouch. She smiled in satisfaction as she saw the small flames that clung to her opponent.

"Brat," her opponent tsked as they patted the flames on their outfit away. She smirked and stuck out her tongue. Her opponent growled and Yang immediately regretted it.

Within two seconds they had covered the ground and had laid her flat on her ass.

"Owww," Yang groaned as she rubbed her head, "couldn't pull any punches?"

"You wouldn't get stronger that way."

Yang did a crude imitation of her opponent, going so far as to mimic speech with her hand. She received a smack upside the head for that.

"Brat."

"Love you too mom," she smirked as she rubbed the sore spot.

Above her, Raven Branwen rolled her eyes as she sheathed her katana, but offered the young girl her hand. She hoisted her daughter up and scanned her up and down.

"What?" Yang asked, knowing her mother spoke with her eyes more than her words. Raven shook her head, a tiny, reminiscent smile on her face.

"You look so much like your father's daughter," she said softly. Yang closed her eyes but smiled.

"You think he'd be proud?" she asked. Raven's smile turned into a smirk.

"Too proud for his own good," the woman claimed. Yang laughed. Yeah, that sounded about right from what she knew.

"You two done fighting over there?" another older female voice called. They both turned, Yang smiling brightly and Raven throwing a short nod the woman's way.

"Done for now. Brat still has a ways to go. Needs a shower too. She smells," Raven called back. Yang huffed and tried to push her mom but the woman simply stepped back and the blonde brawler fell over in her attempt. Raven smirked at her as she pulled herself up.

"Well hurry up Yang! We have to get to the docks and catch the next ferry to Vale!" the woman said, frantically hurling suitcases into a car.

"Calm down woman, it's not like the kingdom is going anywhere," Raven said as the mother and daughter walked over.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN!? My only daughter is going away to Beacon all by her lonesome and you want me to calm down!?" the woman was hyperventilating. Raven put a hand on her shoulder and looked deep into her eyes.

"Yes," she said calmly.

Yang snickered as the other woman began pounding on Raven's head with her fists. To her credit, Raven took it well but Yang knew damn well the woman was not nearly as delicate as she looked.

"Mom? Why are you hitting Raven... Again?" another girl asked as they walked up to the scene. Yang beamed and waved, earning a happy smile and a wave back.

This girl looked, and was, older than Yang. She stood taller, at about five-six. She was also more... filled out, than Yang, if you catch her drift. Her hair was black but became red towards the tips. It was long, very long, having been growing out for years now and reaching the middle of her back. Yang preferred her own hair shorter as it made her twin tails easier to manage, but the older girl's long silky hair looked beautiful in its own way.

She wore a long red cloak, and almost permanently had the hood up. Her eyes peaked from underneath, the silver color appearing almost ghostly at times. Her face and frame were slender and her outfit under the cloak was black and red. She looked like the grim reaper if he were a goth chick. Fitting really.

Her corset was black, as was the jacket underneath. It puffed at the shoulders, but narrowed around her arms until it frayed out at her wrists. The inside of the jacket had a red accent, and the clasp of her hood sat right between her ample breasts, her and her mother's shared rose insignia. She wore a black skirt that fell down to the middle of her calves with red frills underneath it. The only thing visible below the long skirt were the pair of heavy, steel toed combat boots that went under the skirt and stopped at her shins. At first glance she would look like she was wearing a fancy gown under her long hood.

"Because Ruby," the woman stopped, turning to the girl, "Raven is rude."

"Thanks Summer, you're a real saint," Raven said as she rubbed her head, wincing as her hand made contact with the spot that had been pounded on. Without aura, that would definitely bruise like a bitch.

Summer Rose just stuck her tongue out at Raven and turned back to her daughter.

"Ruby, did you pack all your clothes? What about extra dust? Oh, oh! Did you make sure—" Ruby hugged the woman and she went silent.

"I'm okay mom," she said instead. Summer just sighed and hugged the girl back.

"I'm allowed to worry alright? My daughter, going off to train in the real world! The real world, which is away from me!" she cried. Ruby laughed awkwardly and patted her own mother's back, looking to Raven and Yang for help.

Raven didn't step into problems that she didn't deem as actual problems. Yang would've helped, but she remembered that time Ruby had made an off-handed comment about how she was not only taller, but had a curvier body, despite eating way more cookies.

Yeah, Yang would let her older sister suffer for that one.

"Okay okay! Please get off of me already!" Ruby groaned as she tried to pry the woman off of her.

While they argued, Yang laughed and ran back to the house to shower before they left. They'd be staying in Vale for the next few days so they could see Ruby off as she left for Beacon while also getting a nice vacation away from Patch. Yang smiled as she remembered all that her sister had done for her over the years, helping her with her weapons, giving her older sister advice (despite being a social outcast herself), and generally being the best sister she could ever ask for. Well, technically she wasn't her... Bah, they may as well have been sisters.

That and helping her learn how to fight. When the girl went into battle mode, she went from a sexy girl in a ballgown to the veritable visage of death itself. Coolest. Sister. Ever.

Maybe Yang could do some sightseeing and shopping while she was in Vale. She'd always wanted to explore the kingdom deeper!

What's the worst that could happen?

He sighed as he clipped his suitcase shut.

He'd rather things didn't have to be this way. That he could live normally and freely with his family and just be happy with what they had. He heard a girl huff behind him.

"This is still such a preposterous idea on your part brother," she said as she watched him with crossed arms and a slight glare.

He shook his head. She'd used to be so much more happy. Unfortunately that happiness had long since died and had become grisly determination to forge her own path in life. He couldn't blame her. He was doing the same.

"We can't all do as you do, sister," he said as he lifted the suitcase and carried to his door. He stopped in front of her as she stood in the doorway, appraising him.

"One, you are doing as I am doing. And two, your tie is loose," she said, looking at him expectantly. His eyes widened and he quickly fixed it, clearing his throat with a small blush.

She smirked slightly at him and he rolled his eyes. She stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder. She had always been there for him when he needed her, a far cry from the rest of their family.

"My own brother attending the illustrious Beacon Academy," she said wistfully, "and at such a young age as well."

He sighed. Yes that had been a surprise. He was still certain it's because the higher-ups at Beacon saw the potential to get money out of him or some form of funding. They claimed he showed decent skill and mastery over his semblance and tactics, but that still didn't explain why they'd accepted him. Especially when his sister was so much better than him when it came to combat.

"Whitley," she said softly, drawing him out of his thoughts. She looked at him with a face she only shared with him. Her face was flawless, no scars or marks marred her features.

"I'm sorry. I was lost in thought," he said. She smirked and shook her head.

"I'm aware. You do it a lot," she said, idly fixing his vest and picking at lint on his shoulder.

"Weiss," he groaned, shooing her hand away, "you need not worry about me anymore."

"My apologies, I still see you as the little brother who cried when it was too hot," she smirked. He winced and blushed again, slapping her hand away one final time. She sighed.

"I'm sorry," she said genuinely, "I'm just... worried about you going out into the world so young."

"I'll be surrounded by hunters and huntresses of all caliber," he deadpanned, "I think I'll be safe."

She scoffed and flicked his nose, earning a Yelp from the younger boy.

"That's not what I meant," she glared. He sighed. He knew what she meant.

"There are a lot of people in the world that would love to use you because of our name. Use you or kill you," she stated. He knew. They'd seen it time and time again.

"Then it's better I learn how to keep myself safe. Then you don't have to do it anymore," he claimed. She sighed but smiled. When they felt like it, the Schnee could be the most persistent people around.

He made sure his weapon, Pistolblume, was holstered at his hip. It's weight calmed him and he sighed.

The Schnee were indeed a famous family. He'd had all the lessons of man in business and talk circles around others his age. He had scored perfectly on all the written tests for Beacon and even corrected one of the questions that had been phrased incorrectly.

They likely didn't find that as funny as he did.

"With you all the way in Vale and me here in Atlas, I'm just afraid of not being able to be there for you," she humphed. He smiled at his sister's caring nature. Since their older sister had been raised as the heir, they had been allowed leisures she was not. Unfortunately that also left her quite cold and absent in their life.

Not that their parents were any better. He shook his head. That didn't matter now. Now he was going to Beacon.

"You'll be attending an academy too you know? You should worry for yourself as well," he claimed as she rolled her eyes.

"Hush you," she snarked. He laughed at her indignation.

He slowly brushed a hand past his face, not lingering on the scar across his right eye. He returned one arm behind his back and let the other hang by his side.

"Just... Be careful. Please," she asked, "And you better call me everyday! I need to make sure you're not getting into trouble!" He smiled and stepped forward, embracing the slightly taller girl. Neither were particularly tall in the first place, mind you.

"Only if you do the same," he asked back. She nodded and they parted. This would be one of the last days they'd see each other for quite some time.

"Come then, one last spar. Show me if you've got that 'Beacon Talent' everyone boasts about in Vale," she smirked challengingly.

He was happy to oblige. After all, she'd taught him how to fight. There was nothing wrong with learning a little more.

He looked out over the treetops. The red color put him at peace, the breeze sending the red leaves through the air and painting the sunset in flecks of crimson. He himself was sitting on a branch overlooking the forest. It was beautiful.

If only the mood weren't soured by his mission.

"Are you okay?" his companion asked from his side. He sighed quietly and looked back to her.

"I'm fine," he said curtly. She rolled her eyes, at least, she did the motion that said she had rolled her eyes. The mask covering her face made seeing her eyes impossible.

He wasn't fine though. Hadn't been fine for a while.

If she wanted to push the issue further, she didn't show it. Instead, she turned back towards the train tracks below them. The distant sound of a horn had both their attention.

"Showtime," she said. He grunted and they both stood, legs bent and ready to move.

Within a minute the train shot past, bringing a guest of wind with it.

They fell off the branch and landed on the train, neither staggered as they landed. The air flew past, whipping their hair and clothes around as they stood on the roof of the train cabin.

"Let's move," he said. She said nothing back, nodding instead. He took out his sword and slashed an X into the roof they stood on. He reared back and stomped down on the center, caving the spot inward and dropping down.

He landed in a crouch, his partner landing beside him. They looked around. The lights in the cabin were off, leaving them blanketed in darkness. It mattered little to them, their eyes peering through the dark with ease.

They took a few tentative steps through the steel cart. Looking left and right, they realized very quickly that this was not a standard shipment of dust as they thought.

"Blake! Get down!" he shouted, tearing his sword free and spinning his blade, blocking the hail of bullets from the robots that sprung to life.

The two partners backed up to the door of the cart, both weapons trained on the automatons before them.

"We should fight them outside. We're at a disadvantage in such a cramped space," he suggested. She nodded and kicked the door open, the two throwing themselves out and preparing for the inevitable gunfire.

They were right to prepare, for as soon as they had moved the bullets chased them. They deflected and dodged the shots, a few slipping through their defence and pinging off their aura. With the amount of bullets being fired, it was impossible to block all of them.

After a moment of quiet, which he knew meant reloading, he sheathed his sword, lowering himself with a hand on his blade. Without giving the bots a chance to reopen fire, he dashed forward quickly, assured by the recoil of shooting the gun in his scabbard, bisecting the entire squadron.

He turned around and watched his partner finish off more that had come from behind them. A loud whirring noise caught his attention and his instincts screamed.

His blade sang again as it left it's scabbard and blocked the giant laser that launched his way. He grit his teeth as he was pushed back, his sword and semblance just barely able to contain the sheer power the laser had.

When the light died down he noted that the robot that had fired this laser was larger than the others, about the same size as a small tank. It was spider-like in its design and the cannon aimed his way began whirring once more.

As with the last group of robots, he dashed forward, severing the cannon from the main body in a flash of sparks. He turned and leapt onto the main body, jumping up and dropping down with his sword. He stabbed it through to the floor of the train.

He tore his blade free and swept it through the air to rid it of oil before shearing it again.

"As efficient as always," his partner noted as she walked forward. She pulled out a small device that caused him to raise an eyebrow.

"What is that?" he asked. She froze slightly but turned to him, most of her emotion concealed through her mask.

"It doesn't matter. We plant this and get out," Blake said as she pressed a few buttons on the device.

"Why bring a bomb on a heist operation? We're supposed to steal what we can and leave," he said, heat coming to his voice.

She scoffed and stopped prepping the bomb, turning to her partner and fixing him with a frown.

"What's this about, Adam?" she asked.

"This train never had any dust on it, did it?" he accused. She hissed quietly and turned her full attention on him.

"Why do you care if it did or didn't?" she asked. He threw his hands in the air and looked at her in exasperation, his blue eyes shining vibrantly.

"We're supposed to be getting supplies for our people and showing the world that we're not terrorists," he pointed out. Once again she hissed at him.

"We're not terrorists! The people on this train are likely affiliated with the SDC! These robots clearly aren't meant for subduing! They're meant for killing!" she argued. He shook his head.

"Then maybe they're for Grimm," he shot back. She stomped her foot.

"You just don't want to get your hands dirty!" she accused.

"It's not about getting my hands dirty! It's about the cause! I joined the Fang, with you, I might add, to show the world that we are strong and we deserve respect! You don't get respect by killing indiscriminately!" he shouted, snarling at the way she dismissed the thought so easily. It wasn't always like that. Once upon a time she had been the one against killing and he'd been the one who wanted action.

That had changed after she'd been captured during a mission. She hadn't taken the mask off since, barely even letting him see her underneath it.

"We are helping our people! But we can't do that while we sit and do nothing!" she claimed. He sighed. He wanted her to see things his way. To see that life of all kinds was more precious than this.

He saw now that was impossible.

He had made his decision. However much it had pained him to do so.

"Fine," he spat, taking the bomb and marching ahead towards the front of the train.

"Where are you going?" she demanded. He rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at her.

"I'm stronger," he said, "I'll take the lead. You plant from the back and follow behind."

She sighed and shook her head, knowing his words to be true. Adam was a force to be reckoned with, more so than her. He'd be best for trucking ahead.

"We'll talk about this after. I promise," she called to his back. His breath hitched, but from their distance now and the wind whipping around them she couldn't notice.

"Sure," he said after a moment, stepping over the latch of the train and onto the next cart.

She sighed and went back to prepping the bomb. They would likely not talk, just yell and then ignore one another until they silently believed they had forgiven each other.

Her ears twitched when she heard a thunk and a screech. She turned quickly and saw Adam, standing with his sword out and swept to the side.

"What?" she asked, not even loud enough for herself to hear and not fully understanding what he'd just done.

It was only when his cart continued forward and hers began slowing down did she realize what had happened.

Adam slowly sheathed Wilt. He looked up at Blake, sorrow across his face. He was no coward. He never ran. Not until today.

It left a bitter taste in his mouth that this was the first time it had happened.

He closed his eyes and turned, walking into the next cart that was, thankfully, uninhabited by robots or people.

Now he had to find out what the hell he'd do next.

"Shit, I should've thought about that before I cut the latch," he swore.

What the hell had he just gotten himself into?

Junior sighed as he took in his club scene. It had taken years to build the place up. That and he also had to balance 'bartender' with 'gang leader' while he did it.

He never said he'd made it any easier.

But he didn't do much active gang work now. He was just a bartender for the most part. He leant out his men for some extra cash, sold information, and sometimes ran a poker night on Fridays.

That last one wasn't as criminal as the other two but he was proud that he organized it regardless.

He was cleaning a glass when a knock came on the counter. He groaned. That only meant one person.

"Whaddya want Roman?" he grumbled, turning his way. The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing across his face.

"You're insufferable," Junior groaned. Roman put a hand to his chest in mock offense, looking around as if to say 'are you people hearing this?'

"Men, drink, or info?" the giant man ground out. Roman held up one finger and he sighed. Junior handed him a list of names.

"Take who you need. Circle 'em too. When do ya need them by?" he rattled off. Roman held up three fingers.

"Days or hours?" Junior asked again. Roman lowered one finger. Junior groaned out loud.

"Tight schedule," he grunted, earning a shoulder shrug from the man, "you'll have them. Now get outta here, your face is known by too many."

Roman laughed silently as he sent the man a single wave as he walked away. He sighed as the man departed turning to continue washing his glasses. He picked one up and held up the rag to wipe it...

Knock knock.

"Goddamnit," he groaned as he placed both down again and turned. He was expecting Roman again, that bastard liked bothering people.

He didn't expect such an... Innocent looking girl.

"Uh, hi?" she greeted politely, if not a little awkwardly.

"... Hi," he said, still put off by just how out of place she seemed in his club.

"Do you wanna order something?" he asked. He was pretty sure this girl was underage, and if not she definitely had never touched a drop of alcohol before. Her face twisting at his question confirmed his suspicions.

"Uh, water is fine," she said, taking a seat. He shook his head and gave the girl what she asked for. I swear, he thought, I get the weirdest fuckers here.

She nodded her thanks and took a small sip.

"Are you Junior?" she asked suddenly. He looked around. His men had begun watching the scene, as had the girls who were busy laughing their ass off at the hooded girl before him. He sighed.

"Depends on who's asking," he grumbled. She slapped a stack of lien down.

"Yeah," he said, pocketing the money, "I'm Junior."

"I'm looking for someone," she said. He nodded for her to continue. Civil, to the point, paid upfront. His favorite kind of business partners.

"I'll tell ya what I can," he said. She pulled out her scroll, pulling up a picture quickly. Clearly it was a well practiced motion for the girl. She slid the device across the countertop to him. He caught it and looked at the picture.

"Name?" he asked.

"Qrow Branwen," she said curtly.

"Hrmm," he squinted at the picture, "same name as a bandit clan over in Mistral."

"Mistral?" she asked, sliding him another stack of lien. Girl understood his language.

"Yeah. Far as I know at least. Don't know their exact location but I know they never leave Mistral borders. That's all I know about them, though. They're elusive," he told her. She hummed, silver eyes closed in thought. When she opened them, he swore he saw them glint a little, but chalked it up to his imagination.

"I see..." she mumbled, clearly disappointed with the lack of information. He tensed a little. When that happened the client got violent.

So he was pretty surprised when she stood and sighed, sending a smile his way and shrugging.

"Ah, well, thank you for that. It's not exactly anything new but it clears some stuff up," she thanked, bowing slightly, even going so far as to grab her long skirt and lift it in a curtsy.

"Uh, no problem kid. You be safe out there" he said. For some reason, he felt like an ass even though he couldn't do anything. What kind of power did this chick have!? She smiled at his words and began to walk away.

He picked up his glass and absentmindedly wiped at it. The girls came over and raised an eyebrow at him. He shrugged and shook his head. He didn't know either. They all turned to watch her walk away.

He didn't fail to notice some of his men getting a little... too interested in the girl as she passed them. They whistled and watched her as she walked past them. Even though the girl was covered head to toe in cloak, skirt, and boots, it was fairly obvious how well endowed she was from every side.

She clearly didn't appreciate the cat calling, neither did the twins, he noted as they glared at the men, but she did nothing but tsk at them and continue walking.

Then one of his men, his genius men, decided, in a display of pure genius, to reach out and grab a handful of her ass.

Junior dropped the glass and swore. He knew it would shatter on the ground but he was so shocked at the act that he'd faltered and the glass slipped from his hands.

Imagine his surprise when a dark red blur shot across the room and stopped right in front of him.

He blinked and realized that there was now a girl in front of him. He slowly looked down to look at the same girl who had just been almost all the way across the club slowly rising from a hunched position. When she rose all the way, she looked up into his eyes and handed him the glass he'd just dropped.

He took it slowly, wordlessly, and placed it on the counter.

"Uh—" she shushed him, holding a finger up.

"I apologise for causing a scene," she said. He found himself completely shocked again at this girl. His men sexually harassed her and she was apologising!?

"Kid, you didn't even do anything—"

He spoke too soon.

She had flown back across the club.

Hey, when had they gotten that painting of his men on the wall?— wait a minute. That wasn't a painting.

Had... had that chick just imbedded three of his men into the wall in less than three seconds?

Nobody in the club said a word as the girl dusted herself off. When she was finally done, she turned back to Junior, curtsied one more time, then dashed out of the club.

"How did she—" he was cut off as she ran back inside and called out to him.

"Oh! And I don't think it's legal to keep a rocket launcher club under the counter!" she hollered before dashing out again.

He blinked.

How the hell did she know his club was also a rocket launcher!?

Whitley sighed as the bullhead touched down in Vale. He'd be staying in a hotel for the next four days until the start of the school year. He supposed the chance to see the kingdom was something he should have been happy for.

His departure from home had only had Weiss and her personal butler Klein, and his personal butler, Alfred, to see him off. His mother was likely off on a meeting of some kind negotiating "deals" with other companies. His eldest sister had sent him a wave, but not seen him off, and his father was likely making out with a bottle of whiskey in the gardens.

A happy family farewell, all in all.

He sighed as he stepped out of the bullhead port and took in the sights around him. Vale was an old city and kingdom with beautiful architecture and a diverse population of people. Also a very dense population of people.

He thanked his foresight that he only brought one suitcase. Weiss would've brought an entire wardrobe but he knew how to look professional and formidable at the same time.

That was just part of business.

The revolver at his hip hung in its holster. Pistolblume had been forged with his sister. It was much like her own weapon, Myrtenaster, only his was more focused on range. Of course, there were also many differences, mostly pertaining to dust bullets working differently with their semblance than dust vials.

Ah and of course the way he used his semblance differed slightly from how Weiss used hers. Watching Weiss use the family semblance was like watching a graceful ballerina dance across the battlefield.

His use of his semblance looked more like a general commanding his forces. In a way, that's how it felt sometimes.

He was taken from his train of thought when he bumped into someone. Well, bumped into was a generous way of putting it. He collided with the other person.

"Watch where you're going!" the other person growled.

"Excuse me? Watch where I'm going? You crashed into me as well sir!" he shot back.

Finally he righted himself and saw who he'd crashed into. Oh. It was... a faunus.

What a joy.

Adam had not had a good time since arriving in Vale.

He had to hide away on that train to get into the city, and then he had made a mad dash away just as the train began to slow. As he stalked the streets of Vale, he noted two things.

One was that the city was not nearly as 'equal opportunity' as the counsel claimed it to be. Sure, there was no outward hostility for the most part, every now and then he'd earn a sneer from some random person on the street, but nobody would hurl obscenities like they might in Atlas or Vacuo.

But that was just a farce. The people here may not be aggressive racists, but they also didn't seem to care about the poor treatment the faunus received. Completely happy to stand by and let someone else solve the problem.

Except there was no 'someone else' in most cases. It would just go on until the mistreated individual did something drastic, and then they were the ones who had done wrong. He sighed at the easy connection to the White Fang.

The other thing he'd noticed about Vale was that the streets were very crowded, even now when the sun had set. Apparently Vale had a fairly active night-life.

Adam didn't like crowds too much. They concealed too much and the noise and amount of bodies made him uncomfortable. He wasn't claustrophobic, but he certainly understood why people were.

It was why he, who was normally so hard to get the jump on, had been caught off guard and collided into another person. That, coupled with the major life decisions he had made in the last thirty six hours, made him growl.

"Watch where you're going!" he growled at the other person. He didn't care if they were human, faunus, male, female, old, or young! He was pissed right now!

"Excuse me? Watch where I'm going? You crashed into me as well sir!" the other person yelled. Great, he groaned inwardly, a spoiled brat.

He looked over to who he had caused him to fall and his eyes narrowed slightly.

It was a Schnee.

The hair made it obvious, as did the fact that the White Fang had all the Schnee's faces memorized if they ever saw them in public. It was so they could kill them.

Adam hissed at the thought of murdering someone so young.

Evidently the boy had taken it the wrong way.

"Bah! Enough of this! I need not waste anymore time laid out on the filthy streets with the likes of you," he growled as he stood and wiped himself off. Adam did the same, dusting his black coat down.

Now that he really looked, the two looked like night and day. Literally. With the younger boys outfit and hair being mostly white and light blue and Adams own outfit being primarily black, they were total opposites.

Adam was about to insult the boy back when the window beside them exploded outward and a man flew between the two of them. They looked at the man, dressed in black and red, before looking back up and into the store.

"Hey! You two! You have weapons! Help me fight these guys!" a young blonde girl with twin tails shouted at them from within.

"I don't take orders," Adam grunted.

"I don't take orders!" Whitley huffed.

Both men looked at each other. Perhaps the other wasn't as insufferable as they first thought. Or, they thought quickly, he's even more insufferable than I thought!

The girl inside didn't seem to care for their response as she literally exploded in a bout of fire, eyes glowing an angry red.

"I said help," she growled, the air growing hotter by the second.

Both men's weapons were out and they were in stance immediately.

Talk about a scary girl, they both thought.

Yang had been loving Vale. The stores! The food! The atmosphere! It was all so much more her scene than Patch! Ruby may have been okay with a quiet life, but Yang wanted action! Raven had told her that's be the death of her, but hey, rather die having fun than live a long life of boredom.

They had checked into the hotel a few hours ago. Ruby had left pretty quickly, saying that she wanted to see the city that she'd be living in for the next four years and find the best hardware stores and dust shops. Typical Ruby. Girl thought with her weapon first. But she seemed a little fidgety when she'd left. Maybe she was nervous? Eh, whatever, the important part was that Raven and Summer let her go out and explore on her own!

Ray! What if something happens?

Relax Sum, she's a big girl now.

Yang smirked. Raven had said that she was a big girl. That meant she was totally capable of looking after herself.

That was why she currently found herself looking through a magazine in a store. It had looked like a normal dust shop, but they seemed to double as a convenience store. She had gone in just to get a drink but had seen her favorite band on one of the covers and gotten distracted.

There was also a weapons magazine that she considered getting and giving Ruby so she'd have something to remind her of her awesome little sister.

That's when she'd heard the commotion.

Well, actually she hadn't heard the commotion, she was too caught up looking at the magazine. She did realize there was a commotion when she heard someone talking to her.

"Put your hands in the air!" the gangster shouted at her. He had a gun pointed her way.

Okay, so really it was more like threatening than talking. And now that she was listening to the outside world again she could hear the old man at the front of the store getting robbed.

"Do I wave them like I just don't care?" she asked back.

"You think you're funny kid!?" he shouted, gun still pointed at her.

"Eh, clever," she said. He growled and went to grab her. That was a mistake.

Ashen Celica was buried in his stomach before he could lay a finger on her. He flew from the back of the store all the way through the street side window at the front.

Outside, two guys, both armed, looked down at the guys she'd thrown. They looked back up at her. Perfect! Other trained people!

"Hey! You two! You have weapons! Help me fight these guys!" she shouted. They both looked at her in disdain.

"I don't take orders!" they both said in unison before sharing a look.

Are. You. Serious?

Oh, if it weren't for the fact that she's promised Summer she'd be safe, she'd fight the guys robbing this store and those two assholes!

Her anger fuelled her semblance and she thanked herucky stars that when she ignited it didn't activate any of the dust in the store. Instead, the air in and in front of the store radiated with heat and she glared at the two.

"I said help," she growled. It was kinda cute that they both snapped to position so quickly. Maybe she wouldn't beat their asses afterwards.

Maybe.

For now they had to deal with the actual criminals. Speaking of which, two more goons stood at the end of the aisle she was in. Outside, the guy she'd punched through the window and another mobster had confronted the two boys outside.

Yang grinned and flipped the switch on Ashen Celica. Ruby had told her that it would help with the momentum of her punches and Yang had been on board immediately.

The flamethrower nozzles on both gauntlets flipped and faced backwards, and Yang shot forward, propelled by a stream of fire. Rocketing forward (literally) she drove a fist into both men's stomachs. Spit flew from their mouths as they went up into the ceiling of the shop, coming back down and bouncing off the floor.

She turned to see how the boys outside were doing. She was impressed.

The guy with the red hair hadn't even taken his sword out. He was just kicking the goon around. It almost made her feel bad since the guy clearly didn't stand a chance against the faunus.

The other boy had his revolver out of its holster, but he was wiping it off with a pristine white handkerchief. The mobster from before was completely frozen to the sidewalk. The kid looked annoyed more than anything, squinting as he worked at what must've been a particularly persistent smudge on his gun.

Talk about an ice prince.

The three froze as they heard slow clapping. Adam finally kicked the goon into a streetlight, bending the pile slightly and drawing a gasping breath from the grunt. They all turned to see a ginger man in a white jacket still clapping slowly, looking among the unconscious or immobilized gangsters.

"Are you their leader?" Yang called. He pointed at himself.

"What are you, mute?" she asked. The man raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"Oof," Adam tsked as he looked away. Whitley was shaking his head at her. She had the decency to blush.

"We, sorry," she said, her eyes widening a moment later, "wait, no I'm not! You're a thief!"

He rolled his eyes and pointed his cane at her. Before she could question why, he had fired a flare at her.

She yelped and threw her arm to the side to deflect the shot. She succeeded!

Only it flew out the window and exploded between the two boys, sending both flying apart from each other.

"Ehehe... Whoops?" she smiled sheepishly. Whitley groaned, and Adam upped her off.

They all heard glass crunching and looked to see the man jumping out the window and running away. He climbed a fire escape ladder on a building across the street.

"I'm going after him!" Yang grinned. Before anyone could say otherwise, she threw her hands at an angle behind her. The pale boy looked at her skeptically.

"Wait, what are you—" Whitley was cut off as two streams of fire flew from her gauntlets and she flew up to the roof.

There was a beat of silence between the two boys and the shopkeeper who had watched the scene.

"Did she just fly away?" the old man asked. Adam grunted and Whitley groaned. They should probably make sure she didn't get herself killed.

Meanwhile on the rooftop, Yang landed in a kneeling position. She didn't use her gauntlets to straight up fly too often since it drained the dust in them very fast. She eyed the thief who watched her carefully.

"Stop right there!" Yang shouted, tossing two dust vials into the air and catching them in her gauntlets as they fell, reloading them.

The man smirked and tipped his hat to her. Then he jumped off the roof.

"Aw, what!" Yang groaned, expecting him to fight back. Suddenly she heard two sets of footsteps behind her. She turned to see the two boys running up to her.

"Are you stupid? What were you thinking chasing someone like that?" the faunus asked. The guy seemed like he really needed a chill pill.

"Truly it seemed an awful idea," the ice prince added, scanning her up and down. She noted that it wasn't in a 'checking her out' kind of way.

Suddenly the sounds of an engine and turbines could be heard and they all turned to watch as a bullhead came up over the edge of the roof that the thief had jumped off of.

It hovered there for a moment, the thief standing within. He smirked down to them, sending them a salute before tossing a red dust crystal at them and shooting a flare at it.

Yang threw her arms up in front of her, hoping that her aura would be able to block most of the impact. Adam readied Wilt, knowing he'd be able to protect himself but likely neither of the other two. Whitley readied a black glyph to absorb the initial explosion.

After a moment, they noted there was no explosion like they thought there would be.

They looked up and noticed the entire explosion had been contained, the debris and shrapnel contained in a purple glow.

From the other end of the roof, one very pissed off looking librarian held a riding crop towards the bullhead. The debris spun and spiraled in the air, forming a giant spear. She adjusted her glasses and then hurled the makeshift spear into the side of the bullhead.

Whoever was driving the bullhead swerved to the side, causing the attack to skid across the top of the ship. The thief retreated into the ship for a moment, before his figure was replaced by a woman in red. From where they were standing it appeared as though her eyes and the markings on her dress were glowing.

She waved her hand in a wide arc, and before their very eyes, the roof below them glowed a bright orange. The woman with the crop threw her arm towards them, sending the three ying away while she flipped out of the way. Just in time as the roof exploded.

As the smoke cleared the bullhead was already retreating into the night.

They all watched for a moment before the woman turned her glare onto the three of them.

"Uhhh," Yang tried to figure out what to say to the woman. She turned to the two boys, but both were pointing at her. She looked at them in betrayal before she watched as they both levitated into the air. She looked down and realized she too was floating now.

"We are all going to have a long conversation about property damage," the woman seethed, taking them from the roof and towards the police station.

Overall, a pretty epic first night in Vale, she thought.

Whitley sat in the police station, thinking over how he'd gotten to this point. He arrived in Vale, took in the sights for all of twenty minutes, bumped into a rather rude faunus, and then got into a street fight with some local mobsters and their flamboyantly dressed boss before getting dragged to the nearest police station.

The worst part? They hadn't handcuffed him to a bench or a desk, or even put him in a holding cell.

They'd handcuffed him to the faunus, and from the look on the red haired man's face, he wasn't very happy about it either.

Currently the blonde girl who had gotten them arrested was talking to the blonde woman who had arrested them. He didn't actually think they were under arrest, but they were handcuffed and in a police station so that was pretty close.

He could only imagine what they were talking about.

Meanwhile, Yang was scared for her life in the interrogation room with the woman.

Yang flinched as the woman slapped her crop down where her hands just were. She looked at her as she paced around, telling her how irresponsible she was and how she shouldn't be rushing into fights with criminals when she's so young. She huffed internally. Why was she in trouble? She wasn't the one who destroyed all that stuff! Well, relatively speaking, she wasn't the reason. Sure she'd thrown that guy out the window, but that was it! The rest was all them!

"...and as much as I would make sure this goes on your record, someone would like to see you. Against my better judgement," the woman finished ranting. She stepped to the side and a man stepped in. He had grey hair and a small pair of glasses on his nose. He wore a lot of green and a scarf. In one hand he held a cane and in the other a mug.

He looked her up and down before looking at the scary woman.

"Glynda, this isn't one of ours," he said. The woman glared and brought up the footage of their fighting from earlier. He watched it over, though he'd already seen it on his way here.

"So," he said, sitting down across from her, "where are you from Miss...?"

"Oh! I'm Yang Xiao Long," she stated. He raised an eyebrow.

"There's a name I haven't heard in a while," he said. She rubbed the back of her head and he smiled slightly.

"My apologies, that sounded callous," he apologized. She waved her hands in front of her.

"O-oh it's okay! I'm pretty used to it by now," she said. Glynda's glare had softened as she learned of the girls background. Ozpin continued.

"Am I to believe you were here in Vale on your own?" he asked. She shook her head.

"Nope! I'm here with my mom! We're here to see my sister off to Beacon," she explained. Ozpin raised an eyebrow.

"Forgive me," he said, "but you are Raven's daughter, yes?"

Her eyes widened a little. Was he going to get Raven to come here? Was she already on her way!?

"I wasn't aware that she had multiple children," he mused. Yang laughed awkwardly.

"Well," she said, getting his attention, "she's not... technically my sister. She's my cousin. Her dad..." she trailed off and Ozpin held a hand up, telling her that she need not continue.

"I see," he said, taking a moment to take a sip from his mug, "well Ms Xiao Long, where is your sister now?"

"Oh my god! She's probably worried sick right now!" Yang gasped, realizing that her family was probably looking for her right now.

Ozpin was about to speak when there was a commotion outside and the door burst open. A frantic Ruby Rose stood there, gasping for breath. When her eyes landed on Yang, she visibly relaxed.

"Ah, hello Ms Rose," Ozpin greeted. Ruby saw who had greeted her and immediately stood ramrod straight.

"H-headmaster Ozpin!" she squeaked. Yang held back her laugh. Normally her sister was pretty badass about everything, but she was also pretty easy to startle in any social situation.

"I've met your sister," he said calmly, not showing any reaction to her meekness. Ruby nodded stiffly, still standing tall for the man that was going to be her headmaster.

"Ruby! I'm sorry I didn't call you or mom! I got into a fight with some gangsters and then almost exploded!" Yang apologised. Ruby went pale at her recollection of the night and she slowly turned to Ozpin and Glynda. The woman showed her the fight on the tablet and Ruby shot Yang a big sister look. The blonde gulped at that.

"So," Ozpin started, "we normally would have to put this down as unlicensed use of force."

Yang's lips thinned into a line and Ruby's foot started tapping rapidly.

"However, after seeing your exceptional skill tonight and your earnest desire to protect the untrained civilian, I have a proposal instead," he said, a twinkle in his eye. Yang was too afraid to speak so she just nodded instead.

"I assume you heard what your sister called me?" he asked.

"Headmaster Ozpin. If Beacon. Mom and summer talk about you sometimes," she said quickly. His eyes showed amusement for a moment.

"How would you like to join my school?"

Adam winced and covered his ears as a shriek exploded from the interrogation room. Weren't those rooms supposed to be sound proof!? Maybe it was also because of his more sensitive hearing.

He also forgot he was handcuffed to the Schnee boy, as when he threw his hands to his head he accidentally dragged the boy across the bench.

"Ow!" the boy winced as his wrist bent at an awkward angle. Adam looked away as he lowered his hands quickly, letting the boy take his arm back.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He supposed he should count himself lucky that he wasn't in any real trouble as of yet. But that was definitely the headmaster of Beacon he saw a moment ago.

A door opening revealed the girl who had just rushed through the police station. She looked much calmer now and, Adam would admit, quite beautiful. She had the blonde girl under her arm, the two making inhumane noises and talking about something as they left.

Well, if the blonde girl got off scott-free, he had to.

"Ah, Mr Schnee. Two of my will-be initiates this year in one night," Ozpin said as he observed the two.

"Headmaster Ozpin, I apologise for the inconvenience," Whitley said, bowing as best as possible. Ozpin shook his head and gestured for the police to remove the cuffs.

"After reviewing the footage we have deemed that you were only dragged into an unfortunate situation. As such, you're free to go," he said. Whitley bowed again, this time in thanks and began to walk away.

"And me?" Adam asked. Ozpin met his eyes and gestured to the interrogation room. Whitley froze.

"You and I have a few words to share, young man," he said. Adam nodded. Whitley didn't know why he did what he did next, but he couldn't stop himself from doing it.

"This fau... this man is as innocent as I am," he said. Adam raised an eyebrow at him, as did Glynda. Ozpin however smirked in amusement.

"I'll keep that in mind, Mr Schnee," he said as he led the faunus into the room. When the door closed Whitley sighed and retrieved Pistolblume. Now, after all of that, he would be able to go lie down in an actual bed.

Back in the interrogation room, Adam watched as Ozpin looked him over.

"Adam Taurus?" he asked. Adam nodded.

"You're not who I was expecting to see defending a business run by a human," he pointed out. Adam rolled his eyes.

"You're mistaking the actions of the White Fang as my own," he said. Ozpin looked skeptical.

"You're quite notorious for your skill, but more so for your rather peaceful ways compared to other White Fang operatives. I must say it does draw some concern as to your reasons for being here," the headmaster said. Adam shook his head.

"You misunderstand. I am no longer a part of the White Fang. They're ways and mine coincided far too many times," Adam stated. Glynda still looked at him suspiciously but Ozpin regarded him with some respect.

"And this was done on mutual terms?" Ozpin asked. Adam shook his head.

"I defected," he admitted. Now he had Glynda's attention too. Lately the White Fang had been a lot more aggressive in making sure their members remained within their ranks.

"You're putting a lot of people at risk by staying in the city. Nothing can stop the White Fang from getting into Vale," Ozpin pointed out. Adam nodded.

"This wasn't a permanent destination. Simply the first stop," Adam claimed. Ozpin hummed.

"Tell me, you seem to hold little affection for what the White Fang has become. What is it you believe in?" Ozpin asked, leaning forward.

"I believe that the faunus and human are equal. And that there's nothing wrong in fighting for that," he said, earning a small glare from Glynda and a quirked eyebrow from Ozpin, but he continued, "but I don't believe that people should die for it."

Ozpin hummed and looked over to Glynda. The woman just growled, knowing he would likely make the decision regardless.

"Well, it would be a waste to have a fighter of your level stuck on the run. So how about a deal?"

Adam stared at the man, waiting for him to continue.

"I will offer you a chance to enroll at Beacon Academy so long as you use the opportunity to uphold this philosophy of yours."

Adam was silent. Overall, the deal was skewed heavily in his favor. Ozpin didn't gain a lot from it. Did he just want strong students? If so, why? For Grimm? Grimm could be handled by anyone with a gun, so that didn't make sense. But still, it was a chance to stay away from the Fang and still help the faunus.

"You seem apprehensive," Ozpin noted.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Adam shot back. Ozpin just stared at him and continued waiting, not disputing the faunus's words. After a minute Adam sighed.

"I accept your gracious offer," he said, nodding his thanks.

"I assure you, the pleasure is ours," Ozpin said as he stood, "your sword shall be returned to you at the front. We shall see you soon Mr Taurus."

Adam sighed as he left and retrieved his weapon. After so long spent mongering fear, he would finally be fighting to fix the inequalities of the world.

I suppose I'm Beacon bound now, he thought to himself. Now he just had to find a place to stay until initiation.

Her mom was not one to get very mad. Not often at least. Raven was the same, at least, that's what Ruby thought. She had only seen Raven mad beyond words twice in her life.

The first time had been when her deadbeat brother walked out on her and her mom. Raven had been furious with the man, and had wanted to chase him if not for Taiyang reminding her that she had a baby to worry about.

Then Taiyang had died and Raven didn't ever seem to want to leave them alone anymore. The man's death had shaken her and left her to raise Yang without a father. Ruby could sympathize in that regard. Perhaps that's why she had treated the once girl as a sister instead of a cousin.

The only other time she'd seen Raven go into a rage, while not as emotionally charged as the first time, had been when Zwei had taken a shit on her pillow and she had laid down without knowing.

That had been a scary day too. They almost lost their dog!

Now Raven wasn't quite as angry as either of those times, but Ruby couldn't help but notice that the woman seemed to be physically straining herself not to knock Yang unconscious.

Instead she had settled for the, quite frankly, embarrassing display in front of her.

"Ow! Ow! OW! I said I was sorry!" Yang cried as Raven chased the blonde around with a rolled up newspaper. Every swat made the sound of a gunshot and Ruby idly wondered if the woman could kill something with the paper-turned-weapon.

"OW MY ASS!"

As she landed a particularly harsh and loud smack to Yang's rear, Ruby noted that she likely could.

Yang fell over holding her ass with one hand while the other was in front of her, begging the woman to cease. Raven heaved deep breaths as she stood over the girl. Summer finally placed a hand on her shoulder, very slowly, and the women shared a look.

"What were you thinking?" Raven asked, the first words she had spoken since they'd arrived back at the hotel. Ozpin had notified both Summer and Raven of the incident, that's how Ruby had figured out where Yang was, and while Ruby knew Raven would be upset, she had forgotten how extreme the woman could be.

"I was defending myself!" Yang tried. She yelped as the newspaper slapped in front of her again.

"You could've gotten hurt!" her mother barked.

"But I didn't! And I had help and there was a huntress!" Yang argued.

"Yang," Summer spoke up, squeezing Raven's shoulder when the woman looked like she was about to continue her assault, "We're not upset because you defended yourself. We're worried that you rushed in the way you did. You could've gotten blindsided and really hurt yourself."

Yang winced internally. Her mother's stubborn attitude was easy to argue with. She thought she knew best and she did in a lot of cases, but the way she presented herself didn't make you feel bad for arguing with her.

Summer was different. Ruby's mom was one of the sweetest women alive and she harbored so much love for the two of them that Yang knew she was really worried for her. Arguing with Summer made you feel like you were the bad guy.

Yang sighed and let her head droop.

"What the hell does that old bastard Ozpin want with you? Why would he offer to let you into Beacon so early?" Raven grunted as she placed the paper down finally. Yang hadn't really thought about that. She figured it was because she was just that good.

"Hmm," Summer hummed. She had a feeling she knew but she couldn't exactly say why in front of the kids.

Since Taiyang had died, Raven refused to do any work for Ozpin. It wasn't because she hated the man, but she couldn't risk leaving Yang without both parents. There was a chance that Ozpin wanted Yang at beacon so he'd have an excuse to start sending Raven out into the field again.

Summer sighed. She didn't like that. Ozpin always made decisions with the next step already planned. When the man started planning, it was because something was coming. And Summer didn't like the idea of Ruby and Yang being caught up in whatever was coming. Unfortunately she couldn't tell them to avoid Beacon and Ozpin without them asking why.

"Can... Can I go?" Yang asked quietly. Raven's breath hitched slightly. Summer winced a little. She knew that Raven didn't think Yang was fully prepared to take on the world. Yang was definitely better than other students her age, sometimes she even gave Ruby a run for her money.

"You're not ready," Raven said shortly.

"Ozpin seems to think I'm ready!" Yang said, hoping that she could persuade the woman.

"Ozpin also thinks that coffee can substitute meals!" Raven hissed.

Yang had to think fast. How could she convince her mom to let her go? She didn't care about other people's opinions and definitely didn't care about 'talent over practice'. There was one thing she could try though. It might just work.

"If I went to Beacon I bet I'd get way stronger," Yang said offhandedly.

Raven perked up immediately. Summer blanched at the woman.

"What makes you think that?" Raven asked.

"Well think about it! I'll get to fight people with more experience than me, train under real huntsmen, and even learn how to work on a team," Yang rattled off. Raven rubbed her chin and squinted.

Summer couldn't believe the woman was so fixated on personal growth. She had this weird philosophy about strength and it made her a boar to talk to sometimes. It seemed like Yang was playing that to her advantage.

Clever girl.

"You make a fair case," Raven said slowly after thinking about it. Yang cheered mentally. Now was her chance. She had to really drive it home!

"Who knows, I might even get better than you if I start at an academy early," Yang said nonchalantly, trying not to make a big deal about it.

That had done it.

"Ha! If you think starting early will be enough to get a leg up on me then you're wrong, Brat!" Raven chided, pointing at the girl.

"You afraid mother-dearest?" Yang smirked. Raven narrowed her eyes at the challenging look.

"Fine," she said, Yang smiling widely, "you may go to Beacon. And when you get out we'll see if you're really any stronger."

"Yes! Thank you mom!" Yang yelled, jumping and tackling the woman in a hug. Raven groaned but didn't push the girl away.

"Hush, Brat. This is so you get stronger, not because I'm feeling generous," she claimed, flicking the girls temple.

Ruby smiled at the scene. Summer came to stand next to her and the two laughed as Raven finally got fed up with the hug, trying to pry the blonde off of her. The two fought, one to try and continue hugging and the other to prevent further hugs.

"You make sure to look after her," Summer told her, nudging her side. Ruby nodded.

"Of course I will," Ruby promised.

"And remember to make friends yourself," Summer smirked. She laughed when Ruby paled and looked around the room.

She can use one of the most deadly weapons on the planet with ease but she's afraid of making new friends, Summer thought as she picked her daughter's nose. Ruby groaned and slumped but nodded. That's her girl!

"Okay everyone! I think we've had enough excitement for one day!" Summer announced, "It's about bedtime!"

"I'm a grown ass woman! I don't have a bedtime!" Raven growled.

She yawned immediately after, her eyes widening as she realized what had just happened.

"Okay fine," she grumbled. They all laughed and Raven threatened to get the newspaper again.

Yang was ecstatic though. She was going to Beacon! With her sister even!

Life was about to get a whole lot more exciting than Patch!

And that's our introduction.

Lots of changes right off the bat here. I won't explain anything here, this is only the first chapter after all. There are more characters and new events that are in motion from these changes.

I can't wait to explore it more.

Unlike More Than You Can Chew, this story won't always be 'funny funny funny' but it is going to make jokes pretty frequently.

I'm kinda sad I don't have the same clever goodbye that I did for that fic. Gonna be weird not ending it that way for a while.

I'll manage.

No omake yet, there isn't anything to do a bonus of. They will be in this story though, rest assured!

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Until next time!