WHEW! I am back!

I must apologize to everyone who genuinely enjoys my stories. I have been incredibly busy with college, working on Boomrah (no, I am not calling it Cosmic Brawl- screw you Michael) and trying to figure out how to even begin to write Tzeentch vs Draga.

Anyway, I felt like it's been more than long enough since I last wrote something. So... Here's something a little easier for me to write in my free time.

A simple White Knight fic.

Sorry, did I say simple? No- it's only simple for you guys. It's a dialogue filled nightmare for me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. By the time this is over, the plans for the, erm... Finishing of Fickle Things should be finished. Hope to see you then.

As per usual, you can find a compiled list for all the reviews of this story at the bottom in chronological order.

Beacon was a school for heroes. Where those with ability were honed to be the weapons against Grimm. It was, and do mind the pun, the beacon of excellence in society.

The school looked inviting before, but the massive spires loomed overhead now. While most seemed to ignore the shadows which stretched well beyond the already impressive height of the buildings, it was all Jaune could look at. This was the place where legends were born and where many returned to train the next.

So, it was with some trepidation that Jaune- a talentless fraud- stepped off the bullhead and onto the tarmac.

His gait was even- rigidly so- though nobody seemed to notice. Such was the excitement of his peers; nobody so much as glanced his way as they walked to... Somewhere. Jaune certainly didn't know, but he didn't question them. Despite his own fervent attempts to attend Beacon, he'd never so much as set foot on campus before now.

That may have been a mistake, he warned himself as he spared a moment to take in his surroundings. To the untrained eye, the buildings all seemed to mesh together- a mass of grey and a palish blue which spoke nothing of what went on behind its drab exterior.

So, since Jaune was untrained, that was all he could really gather. It didn't help that most of what he could see simply consisted of a broad courtyard, decorated only by a small fountain and an array of bushes.

It was all... Nice. It certainly didn't represent the fear mounting within him. He was unprepared... But surely everyone else was too, right? Maybe not as much as him, but he could adapt. All it would take was a little confidence, right dad?

Even as he thought the words, Jaune knew perfectly well it would take a little more than that. This was a school for hunting monsters, and all he had was a weapon. Not even his own- that would have taken a talent with metal or design, neither of which he had.

Jaune gripped the sheathe of the ancestral blade tightly, taking slight comfort in the steel beside him. If nothing else, it had stood the test of time. Hopefully, it's toughness could become a part of him as well in time.

For now though, he thought, relaxing his arm, I'd best join the others.

The flow of people around him had thinned slightly, Jaune having stopped for a moment in thought. That didn't stop him from seeing where they were going, however- a small alcove with a stage set just outside the main building.

Taking a deep breath, he did his best to calm his nerves. If nothing else, his own terror had stopped him from vomiting from his air sickness on the bullhead ride over.

That was something, right?

Walking into a room filled to the brim with warriors sounds a lot more interesting than it truly was. Unfortunately, it was made all the worse for who was there... The girl who blew her up.

"I tripped over some crabby girls luggage-" Wait, crabby!? Schnee's do not do crabby! "-and then she started yelling at me-" Fair. "-and then I sneezed, and then I exploded, and then she started yelling again, and I felt really, really bad. I just wanted her to stop yelling at me."

Weiss' eye twitched as her judgemental thoughts were conveyed entirely through one word. "You!"

"Oh god, it's happening again!" Within the space of a blink, Ruby was gone- having moved into her sisters arms. However, no familial backup would deter a Schnee from passing on an important lesson.

"You're lucky we weren't blown off of the side of the cliff." Okay, maybe not the best place to start a lecture, but it was good to get everything out in the open.

"It was an accident!"

Hah. An accident.

An accident would be tripping on something. This…

With a sigh, Weiss let it go. It wasn't worth the trouble. Instead, she reached a hand into her breast pocket to withdraw a pamphlet to bestow upon the... the... brat.

"The Schnee Dust Company is not responsible for any injuries or damages sustained while operating a Schnee Dust Company product. Although not mandatory, the Schnee Dust Company highly encourages the customers to read and familiarize themselves with this easy to follow guide to Dust application and practice in the field."

The spiel was memorized of course- it had to be. To let any additional disgrace fall to the family name would be unbearable.

What with Jacques already at the head.

"Uh..." she began.

"Do you really want to start making things up to me?" She interrupted, flicking the pamphlet before her. A slight nod was all the response she needed. "Read this and don't ever speak to me again."

"Look, uh," her sister intervened while lowering a hand which had been scratching her head. "It sounds like you two just got off on the wrong foot." Because blowing people up is a regular thing for you? "Why don't you just start over and try to be friends, okay?"

It didn't even take eyes to see the absolute deadpan Weiss was giving out, which made it all the more embarrassing when Ruby turned to her with a smile and an outstretched hand. "Yeah! Great idea, sis! Hello Weiss, I'm Ruby. Wanna hang out? We can go shopping for school supplies!"

"Yeah, and we can paint our nails, and try on clothes, and talk about cute boys like tall, blond, and scraggly over there."

"Oh wow- really?"

It took all the willpower Weiss had to not return the favor for earlier. Fortunately, she had more than enough practice dealing with people who couldn't understand quality sarcasm.

"No."

The conversation was interrupted by some feedback from a mic turning on.

Finally, something important, Weiss huffed while turning towards the stage.

The man didn't introduce himself, but his appearance was more than enough. Everyone knew Ozpin- even outside Vale. Despite his apparently relaxed posture, he exuded power. Not in the violent way Ruby's sister did- no. That would be uncouth of someone in his position. He radiated authority- the kind of power Weiss herself sought. The ability to sway people and guide them.

That was stronger than anyone could be.

After clearing his throat, likely to put the students at ease, he calmly spoke to them all. "I will be brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge; to hone your craft and acquire new skills. And when you are finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people."

Ah, someone who understa-

"But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy in need of purpose, direction."

Weiss' eye twitched slightly at his description of them. Sure, a few people here could be described as such. But her?

"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

Cautiously, Weiss did a quick survey of the people around her- judging their reactions. As far as she could understand, he was talking about taking initiative in their learning, but there was something deeper there. She could feel it. Nobody else seemed to have the answer, however, so she turned back to the stage as Glynda took Ozpin's place at the mic.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You are dismissed."

That... that was it- the end of orientation. Why had they even arrived so early, if they were merely going to be told to relax? Surely they could have done so some other time. Sure, they handed out locker numbers to everyone- the details of hers were waiting with it's entry code on her scroll- but that could have been handled after initiation. Some students weren't going to pass, right? Wouldn't this just add work to the staff?

The lack of logic aside, Weiss was suddenly left with a lot of time and not much to do. Her scroll lacked any form of entertainment- the best she could get was checking in with the news. Not that much would have been released since the bullhead ride over.

She could probably find a book, but that would require a student ID chip being implanted into her scroll. They hadn't done that yet- probably since team assignments hadn't…

TEAMS! Weiss smacked her forehead with one hand, drawing it down slowly. She'd almost forgotten one of the biggest problems she was going to face.

Who to pick, though? The only person that sprung to mind was Pyrrha, but teams consisted of four people. All she really had was a list of people that absolutely couldn't be on her team- Ruby, her sister, and that black haired girl who took her side.

Man, that sounded really vindictive now that she thought about it. However, it was still the safer option. Better someone new than someone she already thought poorly o-

"I'm a natural blond, by the way," a voice spoke out from beside her. She didn't even bother looking at him, her face falling directly into one of her hands.

What did I do to deserve this?

"It's like a BIG slumber party!" Yang cried out as she slammed down beside her.

True- it was. A ton of people- likely reaching over a hundred- filled the room, either sleeping or talking with their friends. Unfortunately, she didn't have any. Instead, Ruby had to console herself with finishing a letter home and trading quiqs with Yang.

Not that it wasn't easy enough here.

"I don't think dad would approve of all the boys, thought."

Yang's smile growing wider told her she'd lost the brief vocal skirmish long before her reply ever left her lips. "I know I do."

Of course she would- she was Yang. The confident and strong older sister. Meanwhile, here Ruby was, two years younger than everyone else and completely left to the fishes. Nobody but Yang had so much as spoken with her...

Not counting Weiss, of course, but calling their interactions conversations would hardly be fair.

Ruby didn't look up when something caused Yang to lose her earlier admiration for the other side of the room. It wasn't her business- not with the age gap she and everyone here inevitably had.

"What's that?"

Yangs question brought a slight smile to Rubys lips, but it quickly faded as the answer truly went through her mind. "A letter to the gang back at Signal. I promised to tell them all about Beacon and how things are going." She'd planned this letter to tell an epic tale- one of adventure and whimsy. At this point, however, it was mostly a rant about a particular heiress and how much it just... just... sucked to be here by herself.

"Aw!" Yang cooed, drawing Ruby's eyes. "That's so cuuuuute!"

A pillow to the face handily silenced her. For good measure, however, Ruby followed that up with a quick "Shut up!"

Letting her head plant directly into her remaining pillow, Ruby continued. "I didn't get to take my friends with me to school. It's weird not knowing anyone here."

Her words brought a pause over Yang. Even without turning to look, Ruby could sense the hesitation from her older sister. It... It sucked! At best, she'd met two people, and neither of them were anywhere close to being considered friends. Weiss was... Well, a negative friend, and the other.

Ruby looked up from the pillow, spying her on the other side of the room. She was reading a book- what neither of them could tell from here. It didn't seem to matter, really. Any story would no doubt be a barrier between the two of them talking.

A pair of eyes edged their way into her periphery- Yang was looking at her again in that concerned expression she'd seen so many times before. "Look, it's only been one day. Trust me, you've got friends all around you." There was a pause. "You just haven't met them yet."

Nodding at the words, Ruby inhaled sharply. Yang was right. Throwing herself a pity party wasn't helping anyone. She could, however, help herself.

And the first step towards doing that was against the far wall reading a book.

"Thanks Yang."

"So, Pyrrha, have you given any thought to who's team you would like to be on? I'm sure everyone must be eager to unite with such a strong, well known individual, such as yourself." The champion seemed unimpressed with the words. Perhaps it was just a sign of how high status she considered herself to be.

"Hm... I'm not quite sure," she responded with a slight shift in her posture. "I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may."

Leave everything to luck? That seemed rather stupid, actually, given that teams lasted well into a hunter's adult lives. Generally, the people you spent the four years in school with became life partners. The common adage 'till death do we part' seemed a rather apt description. Surely nobody would choose to marry just anyone. So why would anyone select a team in such a manner?

"Well, I was thinking maybe we could be on a team together," Weiss suggested with a slight nervousness in her tone. Based on her earlier statement, there was no guarantee of success, even with the normally irrefutable Schnee charm.

The smile on Pyrrha's face brought one out on Weiss as well. "That sounds grand."

This will be PERFECT! The smartest and strongest girls in class working together. We'll be unstoppable! I can see it now! We'll be popular; we'll be celebrities; we'll get perfect grades. Nothing can stand between us now!

Without the slightest ounce of hesitation, the blond idiot from earlier took that instant to slip right between the two of them. "You know what else is great? Me. Jaune Arc. Nice to meet you."

Crossing her arms before her, Weiss regards the blond with her usual glower. Not that she would ever call it that.

"You again?"

"Nice to meet you, Jaune," Pyrrha said, stepping in front of her.

He brushes Pyrrha- PYRRHA of all people- aside, stepping up to Weiss with a frankly ridiculous amount of posturing. "Yeah, yeah. So, Weiss! Couldn't help but overhear your fondness for me the other day."

Oum, he's an idiot. Just what I needed. "You're kidding, right?"

"Don't worry," he says, waving his arms before him in a dismissive motion. "No need to be embarrassed. So, been hearing rumors about teams."

It was difficult to miss the obvious emphasis on teams. Just as apparent, and somehow still overlooked, was the glare Weiss gave him at the mention.

"I was thinking you and me would make a good one. What do you say?"

Weiss frowned, taking a moment to consider it. He was an idiot, but that could be worked out, and teams were supposed to be made of four people…

"Actually," Pyrrha started, breaking the train of thought. "Teams are supposed to be made of four people, so-"

Oh, right. Wait, does she want to be with... Him?

"You don't say?" Jaune rhetorically asked as he stepped up to her. "Well, hot-stuff, play your cards right and maybe you can join up with the winning team."

Weiss raised an eyebrow at the brazenness he showed. He was so confident in talking with her... Did he not know about her status? That was ridiculous- everyone did. Perhaps he's just that good, her treacherous mind suggested, but that fell away in an instant. Even the most skilled students here couldn't possibly be that far above Pyrrha.

"Jaune, is it?" Her questions went without answer as she stepped between the two of them. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

"Not in the slightest, snow angel," he replied.

Weiss let the nickname slide. It wasn't as important, at least for the moment. "This is Pyrrha." The girl in question waved a quick greeting at the introduction. "Pyrrha graduated top of her class at Sanctum."

"Never heard of it," he said with a shrug.

Never hea- She scoffed, moving onto another point. This one would probably be more memorable anyway. "She's won the Mistral regional tournament four years in a row- a new record."

She would never forget his answer to that. "The what?"

You're gonna be the death of me. "She's on the front of every Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes box!"

The gasp of realization across his face was a lot less satisfying than it should have been.

"That's you!" he cried out, his voice a mixture of surprise and admiration. "They only do that for the star athletes and cartoon characters!"

The excitement in his voice was palpable, and that only made it more irritating for Weiss as Pyrrha went on a brief tangent about the cereal. It wasn't important! He was clearly missing far too much information about his peers! Jaune had to be physically skilled in order to get here- that much was certain- but he desperately needed to be more aware of those around him. And he wanted to lead a team, too. I can imagine that going horribly.

There was a chance that everything would be fine, but as with the formation of teams, it was better to pick a leader who would be responsible and aware. One who could and would do everything that the team needed them to do.

Someone like her.

"Actually, Jaune, I think you'd make a great leader."

Those words broke Weiss out of her thoughts.

"You what?"

Pyrrha turned to regard Weiss, her amusement obvious. "Well, a leader doesn't have to be someone who can lead from the get go. It should be someone who can learn to be anything the team needs. There's no way anyone could be able to solve everything- especially when they're still in training." She paused, giving Jaune a quick glance. "I see potential here. I think he could grow immensely."

Weiss froze. The words made a lot of sense, actually. Even she, who was undoubtedly more capable than he, couldn't be prepared for everything. She could adapt, but who was she to say Jaune couldn't? Pyrrha probably had a better eye for this kind of thing, with her experience. Still, it left an unsettling feeling in the back of Weiss' throat.

"Sounds like Pyrrha's on board for Team Jaune. Spots are filling up quick. Now, I'm not supposed to do this, but maybe I could pull some strings. Find a place for you. What do you say?"

Weiss handily stepped back from his approach, raising an eyebrow at his attempts to close that distance. "Pyrrha?" she asked, stressing the word in an attempt to convey a hidden message.

It didn't seem to pass over very well, but there wasn't much Weiss could complain for the results. Jaune being trapped against a nearby wall by a spear through his hood- a hood? Seriously? That was just asking to be abused in a fight- was actually rather satisfying.

With a hiss, the intercom sounded above their heads. "Would all first year students report to Beacon Cliff for initiation. I repeat. Would all first year students report to Beacon Cliff immediately."

That wasn't a question. It was a statement, and one that wouldn't go ignored. Even over the intercom, Glynda's voice told a rather unfortunate tale about what would happen to those that disregarded her message.

Jaune collapsed to the ground as the spear that held him against the wall suddenly fell came away. He didn't resist as gravity pulled him into a seated position. He was rather demoralized, even with the passing goodbye he shared with Pyrrha as she and Weiss made their way outside. Weiss didn't seem interested, even if Pyrrha was. In a team, he reminded himself as he looked up to see two people walk towards him.

"Having some trouble there, ladykiller?"

The voice was nice, which was enough to jumpstart Jaune's brain. Well, that would imply it was all the way back. There was still some lingering lethargy at how poorly that had worked out.

"I don't understand," he sighed, using a hand atop a nearby bench to help him stand up. "My dad said all women look for is confidence... Where did I go wrong?"

"Snow Angel probably wasn't the best start," the blond smarmed with a knowing smirk.

"Ooh... You heard that."

"Yep," she replied, either unable to recognize or unwilling to deal with the silent plea for silence in his voice. Not that it made much difference if she did- they'd obviously seen the whole thing.

It was probably for the best. Better to start off with a clean slate when dealing with people.

"So... Who are you again?"

Probably not his best introduction.

Ah. It feels good to be back. I know I said something similar in the intro, but that was a different day. Now I'm back in the comfortable groove. Most of my work yesterday had to be scrapped, since I realized that I was writing in first person. That doesn't really help when I already started writing some of the later segments in third person.

Anyway, because I'm a complete asshole, I am gonna leave part of that here with no context to back it up and it ends with a cliffhanger.

You were warned.

Oh, and because I don't want to troll anyone by putting a message AFTER the thing I'm telling you not to read, I'll put the rest of my authors note here.

This story will be updated at least once a week- probably a bit more often. It will include a lot of what the normal series has to show, but there will be some side activities. Otherwise, what'd be the point, right?

Anyway, this will probably stop some point after Volume 3. I won't tell you why, but it kind of... Can't continue after that.

Hehehe.

I really am an asshole.

Yours truly, Terakali.

Jaune batted aside one of the oncoming blades, his shield absorbing most of the impact as he continued to sprint forward. His team was counting on him. There was no way he would lose here... Not to her.

She spoke so easily, her voice seemingly unaffected as she sent attack after attack his way. "You seem distressed."

Well of course he was. Did she expect him not to be when he had to dodge or block a seemingly endless series of blows? The fight had only been going on for a little over a minute by this time, but his muscles were already starting to ache. Whenever he managed an opening or gave himself a moment to rest, his opponent merely increased the intensity with which she struck.

There was no relaxing in this fight- not that he had expected any. If there was anything he'd learned from his time at Beacon, he was a small fish from a small pond who had been thrown directly into the ocean.

He needn't fight to survive- he could always retreat- but that wasn't an option anymore. He had people counting on him.

It was that burning sensation in the forefront of his mind when he held his shield out before him and broke out into a sprint.

Fighting strategically wasn't working. Her speed and versatility both outclassed him. His only real advantage was in defense- both in the form of his shield and semblance.

He had to crush her. That was the only option.

As attacks ricocheted off of his shield, he did not slow. Her range was superior too, but that generally meant he could win if only he got in close. Uncharacteristic rage flowed through him as he glanced at his opponents face. She was smiling. It taunted him, as she no doubt knew it would.

She wasn't stupid, though nobody believed that in the first place. As he approached, she tried to circle off to the side- obviously aware of the edge of their fighting grounds.

He wouldn't allow it. As she moved, he forced himself forward, even as the attacks grew in both strength and accuracy. Crocea Mors couldn't block everything. Expecting that would have been foolish. However, it was at this time that Jaune realized just how little of him it could actually defend.

The edges repeatedly slid across his arms, legs, and back, tearing his aura apart. He didn't feel any pain, though. Such was the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins as he charged the final few feet.

He flung his shield forward, bashing it into his opponent. He heard no sound as he continued forward, using all of his strength to lift his enemy off of her feet.

No cries reached his ears as he slammed her into the ground. That ticked him off more than he thought it would.

Was he not worthy of acknowledgement, even now?

"RAH" he cried, raising his own sword up above his head.

It made it down, but not as an attack.

Crocea Mors fell from his grip, red liquid tainting the normally pristine metal.

He still didn't feel pain, but he knew he should, even before he looked down at his chest. Without so much as moving her arms, the blades he'd come to know so well shown through him.

"Oh."

The blades withdrew, taking his ability to remain upright with it. Strangely, the only thought that went through his mind as his vision turned black was a slightly corny joke. That flash before his eyes- there was none.

His life didn't exist.

Guest1: You're right. Already removed them. As for retelling the events, I understand, but there are important differences that I... I mean, I could TRY and reference them later, but it would take a lot of effort. The slight change at the beginning is supposed to compound on itself, reaching forward. It's kind of hard to show that if I can't retell stuff like this. Don't worry- it gets less intense after this chapter. This one was fairly repetitive since it didn't get into the meat of anything. Literally the next chapter breaks about half of the established setting.

Guest2: Gee, what a thoughtful review. Glad to see someone can be a pessimistic dickhead on the internet. What a surprise.

Guest3: Yep. Should be done sometime tomorrow, though when I have no idea. I have classes that day, and I plan on binging my homework then too... Fun times. Fortunately, I'm already a little over 3000 words in, and it's gonna end sometime around 37-3800. See you tomorrow.

campione278: Much obliged. There will be more.

Amonamon: My apologies if you don't like my version of Weiss. I take suggestions, if you or anyone reading this has any. I am hardly a master at writing, and dialogue has always been a weakness of mine. However, I think you're referring to the thought processes she represents, but I attribute the difference there to creative vision. I have a plan, and it requires that she be a little more... Normal. Still prissy and a tad arrogant, but humanly so. Her transition to lose the reduced traits will also be slower, while also occurring on screen. That twelve-hours to think copout was dumb.

Mugen no Tenma/Guest4: Thank you very much.

TobiTheVeryBest: Sadly, no. I didn't use Jazzberry in an attempt to avoid similarities to the superb Coeur Ar'Alan work I was reading at the time called Not This Time, Fate. I realized a bit too late how similar some of my ideas were and did some... Changing.

jairoesme: Oh, she is being aggressive, but she understands what his current level is, and he had no requirement to participate. Now, after Permafrost, though? HAHAHAHAHAHA!

jairoesme: I will tell you now, the upgrade will be nothing like what Jaune did with Pyrrha's weapons. Also, thank you.

Josh Spicer: Are her treatment of him is a problem... Why? Like, it's intentional. I'm not placing her opinion of him on accident, and it will be relevant later. Also, NO! I am not following canon exactly. There are a ridiculous number of differences between Permafrost and the normal Forever Fall because I follow the events doesn't meant I'm following canon. The butterfly effect doesn't work that fast.

G-Unot/Mugen no Tenma: Yes, Jericho Falls is a reference to The Games We Play, probably my favorite story of all time, both in and out of the fanfiction realm. However, The Yellow Death is not a reference- it's just a rough translation of Crocea Mors.

Mugen no Tenma: Only maybe, just maybe? You're kidding, right? I suck at dialogue, dude. I've been complaining about it the entire time. No need to kick me while I'm down with what feels like sarcasm, matey. Anyway, any idea how to actually solve it? I'm not above rewriting the sodding thing if I know what to actually DO.

Mugen no Tenma: Heh. Thanks for the quick read- it's much appreciated. Also, I'm going to spoil this now. No, Jaune is not dead. (This is in reference to Chapter 7).

Guest4: GOD DAMMIT DUDE! I booted up my computer instantly once I got the notification I had a reply and it just said CONTINUE! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!? WHY!? Obviously I'm not done- I mentioned in that chapter alone that I had work towards the Dance already complete- I'm not gonna let that go to waste even if I wanted to stop. I hate this game of emotions we play!

Mugen no Tenma: He will have fits of rage, yes, but I don't have any particular plans for him to get head injuries in the future. It's mostly going to stand as a reminder of what he can be made to do any reshape outside opinions of him. He was broadcast, at least partially, on the news as attacking fellow students and public workers. As for time, the dance was literally the next arc. I set it up for there to be over a week between it so I CAN have something before it. Not my fault it's so close. Also, yes, he is going to... play some songs, just not serenading. Also, yes, the closeness exists, but it's not quite there, hence why I needed the week or so for buildup. (The 3 days pass in recovery.)

Mugen no Tenma: Indeed. Shit has hit the fan. Also, while Weiss is more judgmental about the lies, its moreso the act of lying that she has a problem with than the lie itself- despite how she is portrayed in the next chapter.

PrometheusDark: Ah- don't sweat it. This is a vacation for me. I'm actually having a blast writing this, despite the more stressed notes I leave in the authors notes. I do appreciate the support, however.

PrometheusDark: Thanks for showing me that phrase. That is the first time I'd ever heard it, and it's very appropriate for the situation. However, he hasn't exactly seduced her, so the more popular connotation slightly misses the mark. Weiss doesn't put out that easily.

Mugen no Tenma: Who am I to disappoint? I wrote the song, and I used it. As simple as that.

Mugen no Tenma: I'm not going to Scooby Doo their mission. Obviously humans are involved, but it is a genuine Grimm.

Guest5: I wouldn't exactly say it's foreshadowing since we lacked context on the situation at the time. My version is 100% foreshadowing, however, so... Enjoy.

SentinalSlice: Oh, he will. His semblance will be fully explored during and between the fights of the Vytal festival, with particular emphasis in their training together. However, it's not gonna be that easy... He's almost afraid of it since he clearly doesn't understand what his semblance actually is.

LoganHunter2 (A bunch): Thanks for the reviews. It does travel really fast, by necessity. The schedule of RWBY is hectic and only stories that break away from Vale (Service With A Smile, for example) really have the freedom to slow the whole thing down. I could write out more, sure, but I feel like the pacing helps keep tension up a bit. I could be wrong- who knows. As for the weapon... No. It's as described.

Shioshiro: You know it. There will be many more references to Brooklyn 9-9 between Qrow and Winter.

SentinalSlice: Oh, if he had the chance, I'm sure he would be pissed. I'll leave you at that.

janed12000: Pretty much everything has gone to shit, so yes, allegiances will change and activities will be shifted. Unfortunately for Roman, he is stuck within the contingency, for now, but Winters status and a lack of Vale authority... It will be fun to write.

billthebuilders: So, originally it was going to be all me... I fucked up, though. My origin story that I'd written today's chapter with couldn't account for magic. Fuck me... Sorry, Maidens, Oz, and Branwens... I have failed you. Yes, I will be using TGWP, though there will be marked differences in the power level of somethings. There is no Jaune character, or even anyone on his level, so I can't have Malkuth be a literal reality warper in his current state.

AnonymityFTW: Thank you, sir, and I will. I have been working on a plan to continue this into Volume 5, which will be... Interesting, to say the least, considering the massive swathes of changes in this version of Volume 3.