I ended up writing this the second I had the time so it's going up with The Story of Satan. Also, like the other story this is likely to be only a one shot unless it gets some really good reception or I decide to write another chapter just because. Anyways, on the story! ^^

Jaune grit his teeth at the bullhead caused his stomach to rebel. As he leaned over the trash can he gripped its edges almost violently. Unnoticed to him the force behind it caused to warp almost imperceptibly. Why did he forget to take out his medicine from his bags!?

After taking a couple deep breathes he attempted to distract himself with almost anything. He tried to remember his grandfather's advice on how to deal with air sickness but the sickening feeling in his stomach combined with the putrid smell of the trash below him was making it hard to concentrate. Wait! Smell! That's it!

The memories came back to him. "Remember Jaune, one of the best ways to deal with motion sickness is distract yourself and focus on your surrounds, and the best way to deal with that is to focus on the scents around you, it may just be the dog in me but I find that it always help. Just don't make it too obvious or you might get some funny looks."

Following the advice he took a deep breathe. The smell of the garbage almost overwhelmed him but he eventually sifted through it enough to focus on the smell around him. Most of the smells were what you expected, sweat, dried tears (probably from a rather sorrowful goodbye), etceteria, etceteria. But then came seven rather distinct scents. Interested he took a bigger wiff as he tried to decipher them.

Okay. The first one was a oddly pleasant combination of roses, strawberries, a summer field, and strangely enough, gunpowder. The next was rather similar yet very different (not to mention both of them had the smell of the same corgi on them, so siblings, probably only half though). Sulfur, motorcycle oil, and some very expensive hair care products, it sounded bad but was actually rather nice, very strong though.

The next one was rather calming compared to the fiery quality the other two had. Chocolate, books, and ...cat? Oh! A cat faunus! Another faunus. Maybe they'll be friends?

The fourth scent he got immediately alerted him this was someone who was either very high class or had very expensive tastes. Possibly (and probably) both. 24 Faubourg (the only reason he knew is because he trained his sense of smell the the absolute max and he could proudly say he can recognize almost every smell in the world because of it), it was a nice perfume but he much prefer the scent hidden beneath it (If he could say that without sounding like a total creep) a winter snow-covered forest and dust (mostly of the ice variety).

The next scent was fruity, very very fruity (not like alcohol or the homosexual sense) not that it was a bad thing. In fact she smells delicious (he probably sounded like a total pervert) grapes, cherries, and peaches!

Finally came to two scents that seem to mingle and mix with each other, meaning that they've probably been around each other for a very long time. Almost a decade probably! It was slightly difficult to separate but eventually I managed. Lotus flowers and a mix between jasmine and green tea for the male, and the female a thunderstorm, pancakes, and syrup.

Just as he finished, he realized the bullhead had stopped moving. He shoved himself away from the trash can and took a deep breathe of fresh air that instantly cleared the smell of trash from his olfactory receptors. For which he was grateful, the species for which he derived his faunus features may be associated with filth but he prefered cleanliness thank you very much.

As he meandered around the landing pad (at this point the bullhead had left) trying to rein in his stomach, he heard yelling and then promptly followed by a decent sized explosion. Rushing over he found Roses and Snowy Forest recovering from the blast and quickly identified the last as Weiss Schnee. He quickly assessed the situation from their resumed yelling. Apparently Roses schneezed (oh that was bad, he can't believe he just thought that) and that caused the explosion.

"Uh, ladies? Ladies? What's going on?" He asked in what he hoped was a soothing manner. The quickly heiress jumped on the chance to have someone one back her up. "This- This dolt tried to kill me!"

Roses interjects, "I'm sorry but I told you it was an accident!"

"How did she tried to kill you?"

"She stumbled over my luggage and caused a mess! Then when I tried to explain to her the repercussions, she blew us up!"

"Again, how?"

"She sneezed!"

"And why did she sneeze?"

"She was waving red dust in my face!"

"Maybe I was but that doesn't give you the right to-"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! So let me get this straight? You waved an unsecured fire dust vial in her face?"

"Well yes but-!"

"A dust known to be an irritant!"

"Yes but-!"

"In front of someone who had their aura unlocked? Aura that would immediately attempt to sooth the irritation, aura that would also activate the dust if she happened to have sneezed?"

"I- Well-! She still tripped of my luggage!"

"I APOLOGIZED PRINCESS!" Roses snapped, clearly fed up.

"Heiress actually… To the Schnee Dust Company"

Oh! It was the cat faunus! He recognized her scent immediately as it was still very fresh in his mind as she walked over and handing the vial to the heiress in question. "Oh that reminds me, since you're the heiress to the SDC, you should've obviously been trained in proper dust handling, so why didn't you exercise those lessons?"

She looked over at Books and saw she would get no support from her so she just grabbed what she had left and stormed off. Roses then turn to me and Books.

"Hey, thanks for the-"

She paused once she noticed that Books was walking away and turn to me completely this time and tried again.

"Uh, thanks for helping me and all." She muttered awkwardly, shuffling her feet.

I smiled kindly. "No problem."

There was an long pause and then Roses suddenly blurted out. "Why do you wear sunglasses!? It's not even that bright out right now!"

Her faced colored pink as she realized what she just did. "I mean, uh, can I see your weapon!? I mean what's your weapon!? I mean- uhg. I'm Ruby Rose, nice to meet you…?"

If she was pink before now she was flaming red. He turned to look out at the water as he chuckled softly.

[A Knight in Shining... Exoskeleton?]

Ruby Rose was having a… something day. She didn't know exactly how to describe it other than a roller coaster of emotions. First she was nervous and excited and all sorts of other feelings at the fact she was getting into Beacon TWO WHOLE YEARS EARLY! But then her sister ditched her for her other friends! Not only that but then she got yelled at but then this strange looking blonde guy came out of nowhere and saved her! Like a knight in shining armor in the stories! …And then she opened her big mouth.

At least he didn't seem to be too upset! He was even laughing! Though maybe it was at her… Hopefully not?

"I mean he does look kinda weird, right? It wasn't just her?" She thought worriedly to herself.

From top to bottom he just wore some black velcro sandals, followed by dark blue sweatpants and an oversized, white pull over hoodie with an odd symbol made from two gold crescents on the front, and a pair of sunglasses. Though, he did have a sword sheathed at his hip and six massive pistol holsters strapped to his thighs, three on each side, and while she couldn't see the pistols she could tell from the heavily reinforced and slightly cushioned grips, not to mention the sheer size of them, that they were very definitely a large caliber.

"I'm Jaune Arc, and you wanted to see my weapons?"

The second he said that her embarrassment evaporated at the prospect of seeing new weapons! At her excited nod he promptly pulled off his hoodie. The embarrassment came flooding back full forcing.

"No!Ididn'tmeantthatkindofweapon,I'msorryImeanyourkindagoodlookingbutImeanyouractualweaponsandIdon'tknowyouverywellandI'mtooyoung and ,and, and."

At this point she was hyperventilating and would've continue to do so but his sheepish laughter interrupted her. "No, don't worry. I know Ruby. Just take a look."

She peaked between her fingers which she had use cover her eyes in her embarrassment. Before her was a decently built torso but the eye catching part was the fact that HE HAD SIX ARMS. One set at the shoulders like normal arms but he had a second set at the bottom of his ribs and a third pair at his hips.

His quickly withdrew his sword and sheath with his top pair of arms and she watched as his sheath opened and set itself into the shape of a shield, each corner almost silently locking into position. Simultaneously the left arm of the second set grabbed a pistol from the same side and with a fluent flick he opened the chamber and emptied the bullets into his right hand. While with his lowested pair reached around and pulled a long metal rectangular box about three feet long that was previously secured to the back of his pants much like her Crescent Rose. With a touch of a button it quickly mecha-shifted into a stunning camo coated sniper rifle.

Her jaw dropped open at the marvels before her. The sword and shield themselves were pretty standard (minus the mecha-shift) if you ignored the fact they were clearly ancient despite the fact it was taken care of very well. The pistol was a 500 magnum Smith and Wesson, a very powerful gun, but it was also quite simple and no special features. Something that could explained since he had six of them and it would be absurdly expensive otherwise. The sniper however was a glorious 50 BMG with a customizable zoom scope and a very expensive silencer placed on the front (this was something that made her a little jealous as when she built Crescent Rose she tried to implement one but she couldn't incorporate it into the the mecha-shift design without adding an extra 1500 lien, which considering her baby already totaled over 6000 lien, well… she, or rather her dad, clearly didn't have the money. Of course she was totally planning on adding it later on when she was a fully fledged huntress and had the money).

"So- So- SO AWESOME!" She couldn't help it, full fangirl mode was activated with no chance of return and she started spewing things about schematics and ideas as well an inhumanly large amount of questions.

Eventually she manage to calm down enough to realise that she had even show off Crescent Rose but before she could he interrupted her.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure we are late."

"Oh my Oum! Let's go!" Then she promptly vanished in a trail of rose petals leading to the academy.

"Well…. I guess I'm following…." He mumbled to himself while re-equipping all of his weapons, the second he finished amber colored insect wings fanned from his back. They immediately began beating rapidly. Lifting him slightly off the ground, before surging forward in an impressive burst of speed, following the rose petals all the while lamenting the fact that he could fly just fine but the second he got in a flying vehicle he got sick.

It ended abruptly but meh, whatever. Anyways I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want me to make this more than one chapter.