As the sun began to rise Jaune was just now putting the shoddy bolts into the door, complete but incomplete. One good push and this thing would probably fall over: It's a hazard that'll have to go he thought. What to replace it with would take a while, the doors were made of very sturdy wood that needed a lot of maintenance. Maintenance that Granddad Arc carried out himself till recently. The twinge of sadness faded faster and faster now that Jaune was fully prepared to move on from the recent tragedy that was Granddad Arc leaving the world. The manor helped but so did the fact that Granddad Arc had lived a very full life, even up to his death he was still killing Grimm and still living well. Something to be admired for sure.

Jaune climbed down the ladder he had used to reach the shoddy bolts. Wiping the small amount of sweat off his brow now he was done Jaune was ready to move onto the next part of his chores for the day. Which meant cooking a breakfast for the girls, his guests. The kitchen was cool and the air had an early-morning peace to it, still and calm. Especially now the black bird had drank itself to sleep, that couldn't be healthy at all for a bird. Alcohol sure as hell wasn't healthy for a human… If it were drank in excessive amounts.

Ruby was simple to cook for, she enjoyed most things as long as they were sweet and had a glass of milk; while Jaune wasn't sure what the milk was for anymore, given that Ruby had grown into a woman that damn near anyone would be jealous of, he didn't want to think of the consequences of not delivering what he thought was her favourite drink. Ruby's food was placed in the centre, with different fruits surrounding it, looking as appetizing and appealing as possible. Her food was prepared in a bowl and placed out in Clingfilm, it wasn't hot and could be enjoyed the moment she wanted it.

Cooking for Yang was simple as well, knowing that she'd probably been on the road a while with the dirt on her bike anyway, Jaune had assumed that she hadn't eaten a hearty breakfast in a long time. It was no secret that Yang liked foods that were spicy, often eating bowls of chilli and rice at Beacon or complaining that a curry was too mild. To this end he had the perfect recipe for her, something his mum had taught him, and that Ren had helped him finish. Two eggs, a dash of pepper, some roughly chopped spinach and a chopped tomato later Yang's breakfast would be the best she'd had in a while. Jaune only had to add the hot sauce for the last kick. The only thing Yang should be drinking after this is ice-cream.

Blake was going to be far more difficult to cook for, he knew she liked fish but didn't know what kind of fish. He had a little of everything: mackerel, tuna, salmon and some other kinds he didn't even know existed. Jaune began trying to think of something Blake would like that could be made with the fish but continued to draw up blanks. He sighed before finding an oat-cake and decided that a few pieces of spam wrapped in that with some cheese and garlic would be enough of a breakfast for anybody. Blake's drink was just a plain glass of water that Jaune place inside a nice glass.

Each of the three stirred in their bed rooms, somehow aware that food was being made and set-out, but still too tired to go and get it. Fortunately Jaune had left instructions to the microwave, anticipating that they wouldn't get up till they had to. This was something of a goal Jaune had, he was trying to make this a place hunters could come to relax after all.

According to his book Estelle Silvermane wouldn't arrive till mid-day, the clock right now was just shy of six. Jaune was both nervous and excited at the idea of meeting the first customer to his hotel, likely somebody that would spread word if he made a good enough impression. The substantial amount of money he was getting before he'd even officially opened was quite the bonus too, it meant he made his first profit, even without staff. Best part still was the voice of the woman on the other end of the phone, presumably Estelle herself, was quite tantalising. She spoke with a soft professionalism, business like but still oddly gentle, whoever she was Estelle was somebody Jaune wanted to meet.

The now fainted bird lay with its wings open wide on the table, beak open and contented caws every now and then assured Jaune it was alive and didn't drown itself last night. He wasn't sure if that was much of a comfort, considering its assault on him. He wasn't sure if he had woken it at some points with the hammering on the door but that quickly stopped being an actual concern because if he did the bird deserved it. Jaune didn't ask for a war with a bird he wanted to quietly get on with his evening.

Still the beautiful sunrise was slowly oncoming, sleep didn't happen for Jaune but he still felt rested. Or maybe rested wasn't quite the right word, he was awake and not tiring any time soon but he wasn't bursting with energy. Instead he was just going along like usual just slightly groggier and slower than normal, which shouldn't be much of an issue. Ok, what's next? Jaune pondered, silent in thought. His mental check-list not being quite up to date with last night's events. Door, fixed. Roof, needs fixing A.S.A.P but that's something for a professional, not me. Is there something Ruby needs? Jaune paused and struck his palm against his face for forgetting something so important. Ruby needed her luggage. With this being remembered Jaune went out into the morning air though a side-door to the hotel.

Something about how cool the air was in the morning made the stroll all the more pleasant as a gentle breeze wrapped itself on Jaune's skin. He had eaten something but compared to what he'd made for the girls it wasn't anything spectacular. Stretching as he made it down the hill Jaune decided to talk with the locals, before going for Ruby's things at the lost and found. The town wasn't bustling with energy but had more of a sleepy feel to it, like walking through the shared bedroom of a sibling while one slept. Maybe that wasn't the best analogy but it's the one that made the most sense to Jaune, given his upbringing. The sounds the dirt path made under his feet soon changed to clicking on cobbled stone as Jaune neared the town square. Few of the vendors were up and used this time to shop among each other. They stopped to greet Jaune, who they now knew as the Arc living in the manor. While he hadn't declared lordship he did say that he would take care of any Grimm that showed themselves around the town and fields, it was good enough for them. An Arc never goes back on their word after all.

Jaune had already killed a few Beowulves and an Ursa Major that came to the town, the absolute best being a Death Stalker Jaune had managed to trick into stinging its own head before driving his sword through its mouth. That one gained him some applause from the villagers that had seen it.

Pained groaning gained Jaune's attention as he passed the town square, noticing some scorch marks, tire tracks and one grown man laid out on the floor by a bread stall. It was Matalan and his new side-kick, comically oversized bruise. But no Matalan had a huge black eye and the swelling didn't seem to be going down any time soon. In fact he looked and sounded in pain, a lot of pain. "Hey, are you ok Matalan?" Jaune said, extending a hand. It surprised Jaune a little that the mayor of the town took his hand to hoist himself up, admittedly Matalan came off as a little intimidating to Jaune, but that was mostly because of how little he spoke when he didn't have to.

"I think I met another two of yew's friends" Matalan stated flatly. "One isn't a natural blonde" he added, sounding hugely disappointed by the revelation. Yang. Jaune gave an honest thought to telling him otherwise but it wouldn't be a wise idea, mainly because all of Yang's possible reactions involved punching. Even after her years at Beacon and being a huntress on the roads, Yang still hadn't learned to not punch the first thing that makes you jump or that offends you. How she hadn't been thrown into a prison yet was a wonder of the world, I hope she doesn't do that to any of my staff.

Jaune sat to talk with Matalan for a while, as long as he was back at the hotel by noon it wouldn't be a problem to know what was going on in town, it's never a bad thing to have information. As Jaune sat talking with the mayor of the town he gained some destressing news, mostly about the state of the town and that news wasn't destressing in any way. As a matter of fact was all good news, things that pointed to people have less problems. The destressing news Jaune gained was about also the airbus. Apparently the only lost and found is in Vale and the items there are normally gone by the next day, scroungers and thieves looking to collect on easy money by the box load, unethical but not illegal. Not in Vale anyway. The sound of a small jet engine care from overhead, the air-bus came steadily into the town, mere moments away from arriving at the dock, at which time Ruby's luggage would be loaded onto it. Uh-oh and uh-oh was indeed the right thought.

Jaune quickly broke out into a sprint aiming to reach the station, and by extension Ruby's clothes. The station was a tower of the furthest edge of town, away from the hotel and just a short walk from a bookshop at the end of the street. It was quite a climb but nothing that decent cardio couldn't overcome, Jaune still had a harsh exercise routine despite being far stronger than he used to be. If he were a masochist he could increase it but the thought of lifting the weight of five Nora's was an unappealing one. It has been a long time since Beacon and Nora had gained some definition she didn't have before; at this point it seemed a competition between herself and Yang over who could get the better looking abs. It was ongoing. As Jaune came closer to the final step he saw boxes being loaded onto the bus, with them was probably Ruby's luggage. "Hey! Excuse me!" Jaune shouted from across the way, gaining the attention of the man moving the boxes.

"What's going on?" Asked the perplexed man, this being the most unusual thing he'd seen in a long time.

"Have you seen and luggage bag? Probably has a symbol on it, red and black?" Jaune panted out amongst short breaths in an effort to steady himself.

"Nope, all boxes are sealed before being put on the bus. They get sealed at night and I'm the day-shift guy." That last part was an attempt to block Jaune's question before he asked it; something he had been on the receiving end of for a long time, thanks to his sisters.

"Urgh" the groan of frustration came out involuntarily on Jaunes part, "any idea if I can check before the bus leaves?" Asking a dumb question every now and then had become Jaune's specialty in a lot of different ways. Mainly in the he would ask questions he knew the answer to, or that the answer would be something so obvious but felt the need to ask as confirmation.

"No" the reply came from behind, a fairly muscular man standing with a sack truck at his side, ready to wheel it into the cargo area. Holy crap he's huge Jaune expressed to himself, intimidated by the stature of the giant standing before him. Expected though, can't shift through the boxes while the bus is about to set off Jaune noted.

Darting around Jaune noticed that the door to the storage wasn't locked. Being the master of strategy that he was, Jaune gained the brilliant idea to throw himself head first into that area while nobody was looking. Unfortunately the security cameras are always looking. Always. Glass eyes captured every moment of Jaune's daring attempt at rescuing Ruby's helpless bag from the cold dungeon under the seats of the air-bus. By which Jaune snuck into the opened storage area that the boxes were being placed into carefully, hiding behind some of the stacks of cardboard Jaune only had to wait for the bus to depart before he could get Ruby's items and return to the hotel. There was no way the plan could possibly fail.

Meanwhile at the hotel, Blake was the first to awaken of the three. The splitting headache she had well and truly earned was offset but the smell of fish coming from somewhere else in the gigantic house. Then made a thousand times worse whenever the light of the sun cut its way through the curtains directly onto she black cat's face. Her eyes being slightly more sensitive to the light than normal only made her head hurt more. Thankfully Blake found herself in a black room, much easier to look at that the bright lights that made up the rest of the manor she found herself a guest at. Or if Ruby were to be believed, the hotel she found herself a guest at would be the more accurate thing to say. Is this really a hotel? It feels so much more than that Blake pondered for a while, wondering is a place like this really was just another rent-a-room for travellers. Something nagged that it had to be more than that. This thought was interrupted and lost to time as the smell of fish again caught her nose.

Alluring isn't quite the word Blake would have used, splendid ingredients all cooked to perfection with just the tinniest hint of garlic, it was likely the best thing Blake had ever smelled. Kitchen. Food. Eat. Predatory instinct ran through Blake like Adam's sword through her abs. Opening the door Blake leaped from shadow to shadow, leaving behind a small clone as she jettisoned herself from cover to cover, dodging ever ray of sunlight, or so she thought. Just for a moment or two Blake allowed herself to feel as though she was faster than the light could touch. She reached the lounge to find the gigantic double doors fixed and Yang's jacket folded neatly on one of the seats. Blake didn't stop to ponder, such things were unnecessary for a predator and its prey.

Coming to the kitchen wasn't that hard and Blake found what she assumed was her meal easily enough, given the lettering on the card with an 'I hope you like it' next to her name. Maybe he knows more about me than I thought he did Blake mused to herself, savouring each and every bite of the food that the only other person in the house could have made. Jaune was a good cook, not on the same level as a professional but he definitely knew a thing or two about food. It probably helped that Ren was on his team.

Blake managed to make a racket on her way down to the kitchen that Ruby followed closely behind her, still a little tired and wearing Jaune's hoodie she took the cat by surprise. "Gotcha!" Ruby cried, as Blake froze still in her captor's arms. Ruby noticed Jaune's handwriting on a note that contained the meal that he prepared for her, she ate without saying grace at a speed that Blake knew she couldn't match. Ever.

The morning quickly came to be shared between them, not unlike the night before but quite unlike before going to bed. It was nice to talk without Yang making puns for leading the conversation like she could. Blake still wasn't talkative but she shared some things with Ruby, as Ruby did with her. The understanding between the two was unspoken, but a silent admiration on Blake's part. Not romantic in nature, Blake wasn't at all like that, but Ruby had shown herself to be one of the most capable individuals to ever walk Remnant which was something Blake did notice. Conversation soon died down, Ruby always had the hardest time talking to Blake after books were done as the conversation topic and they weren't making plans.

"Hey… Blake?" Ruby asked, between not quite wanting the conversation to die and wondering where their gracious host had disappeared to Ruby had a question she needed to ask Blake. "How do you apologise to somebody when you mess up so completely you aren't sure if they'll want you in their life anymore when they find out exactly what you did?" Ruby blurted out before even waiting for Blake's reply. Though the faunus had a suitable reaction to Ruby's question, perking up her ears and blushing furiously.

"I didn't do all that on purpose! I thought I was doing the best thing at the time. I wasn't thinking" Blake protested to her leader.

"But you got everybody to accept your apology, how did you do that?"

"I said sorry" Blake responded flatly.

"There has to be more to it than that. What did you really do?" Ruby retorted, unbelieving that the end of Yang and Blake's spat was done with an apology alone. She wasn't a child anymore, she knew that these things both took time and something more than sorry. There's a saying, what is it?

"Not really important Ruby" Blake began to talk about why whatever thing she needed to apologise about no longer mattered and that saying sorry was the first step to getting past it. In fact Blake had managed to get quite an impressive lecture going about why it's important to say sorry first, even if it's the hardest thing to do at times. She was seemingly quite proud of it from the tone of voice she used, although Ruby couldn't quite hear her: What was that thing Yang used to say… Something about the best way to make up was with something she appeared to be taking Blake's lecture seriously. "Furthermore it's important to know when the right time to say sor-"

"Did you kiss and make up?" Ruby asked, innocently as always. If anybody else had asked it may have come across as mocking but Ruby never heard any of the rumours that plagued Beacon about Blake and Yang. Not that, even if Ruby had heard those things, she would have cared about it. Difficult as it would seem, the woman that sat in front of Blake now was a legend who had never really had a relationship. Not one that anybody knew about anyway, though Yang had always had suspicions about boys going anywhere near her. At one point Yang thought Jaune had a thing for Ruby, apparently she once stalked their "leader buddy" meetings because they thought they were dates. Though it turned out they really were just meetings, sun joined in sometimes, once they even managed to get Coco involved. Came home with different outfits that day with an impressive price-tag.

"No, Ruby. We didn't kiss and make up." Blake admitted, "Those things take time and when sorry doesn't cut it, time often helps." The tone she took implied that she was a little sour over how that ended. Difficult as it is to admit time didn't heal all wounds. "I think that's enough of that conversation, this place is pretty big… Wanna look around?"

Ruby's eyes lit up at the idea of exploration, who knows what could be found here. Besides Jaune may be around somewhere, even if Yang wasn't present they still needed answers about the nature of the place they were saying. Exploration may help them with that little goal maybe there are some weapon manuals lying around! The duo talked a little as they explored. To their surprise they found: a huge dining room, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, a room filled with classical weapons, a room filled with classical books, a room filled with instruments and a room filled with exercise equipment. A glance between the two gave permission to visit the room with all the books again, seeing if the shelves had any interesting reads among the dusty books.

Ruby found her section immediately, encyclopaedias of Grimm, old and new, really new. Some of these books were manuals in Jaune's handwriting, she recognised them as the journals he kept while traveling. Other than that there were lots of stories about gigantic battles against Grimm and, most importantly of all to Ruby herself, texts upon texts of legendary weapons and the techniques used to forge them. Everything from something called the 'Balmung' to another called 'The Answer', descriptions of the weapons and their origins were written about in fantastic detail. Ruby's head was alight with thoughts of romantic legends and epic battles, what must it have been like to be there? How cool would it be to own weapons like these! Ruby thought to herself, gently stroking Crescent Rose. Even if she wasn't dressed in her clothes she would still have her holster.

Blake on the other hand was in awe some the shelving arrangement of the books on offer. A gripping silence overcame her as a sense of joy ripped its way through her chest like nothing she'd ever felt before. She had found the holy grail of smut collections. Books so old they were spoken about in hushed whispers, from 'Fanny Hill' to 'Gobbets Gob' and so many more. Muddy romances between masters and servants, tragic tales of lovers that could only spend one night together, epics of true love and passionate but heated nights conquering all! Shangri-La, Eden was a place that now existed before Blake and she understood it all! Time stood still as Blake mentally catalogued each and every book in order of which one she would read first, which one she would read again: This one has that brother-sister thing; this one has the princess being made a slave. Oh-oh, this one has the lord that can't understand love, so he abuses his servant girl till she confesses to him and he hangs himself in the shame of it! Blake was buzzing at each title of each book I really like that one! It was as if everything else had stopped existing. That was until Ruby attached herself to Blake's shoulder "whatcha doing?"

Blake gave a smile before speaking if Ruby's going to learn anything about this stuff, we should start with something fluffy. "Oh, well, I'm looking at these books. Each one is older than both of us combined." Blake said taking a book of the shelf and handing it to Ruby. "They're a certain kind of book that deal with a certain kind of romance… A more physical one than you think" she added, the pause to think of a more delicate way to explain. She understood that Ruby understood what she meant by physical when Ruby began to smile sheepishly.

"R-really Blake?" Ruby asked, taking the book from her friend's hand. "I'll put this in my room. I, uh, don't want it getting lost." Ruby didn't want to admit her interest in the book, rather just hide it under the bed she was currently using. Maybe pray a little that Yang wouldn't find it.

"I'm sure you don't" Blake replied with her usual brand of not-quite sarcasm. A giggle punctuating the end of the brief conversation. The room filled with books had more than what the two had explored but the areas they found suited their taste exceedingly well. There was even a section filled with magazines for a gearhead like Yang, whose bike was still 'parked' in the lounge. I wonder if she's going to be alright, it's getting close to noon now and we haven't heard anything of her.

There was a reason for this, Yang was just managing to drag herself out of the most wonderful dream she had in a while. She was with Blake and Ruby. Talking about their adventures, the only thing that could have made it better was if Weiss could have been present in it. For some reason Jaune was there, he'd been knocked out by a gorilla Grimm that the team then beat down, before it climbed a huge tower and grew a few hundred feet anyway. No more drinks before bed Yang silently declared.

The time was of little consequence to Yang, right now anyway. Before all else Yang's hair was her priority in the what-ever time. She didn't bother getting dressed before getting her hair neatly done, brushed, combed, washed, dried and brushed again, this was her usual morning… Or her usual what-ever time. However it was the first in a long, long time that Yang had ever been able to do it so completely. Shampoo, condition, comb, perm, curl; Yang had managed to give herself the full treatment and she felt beautiful because of it. If any male were here too and saw her as she was now, they would have agreed wholeheartedly, if they weren't busy slavering all over themselves. Yang's choice in clothes was a simple one, a tube-top and very small shorts were the most comfortable thing to walk around in when you didn't have to be fully dressed but still had to wear clothes. Leaving nothing to the imagination but to Yang that was probably a good thing.

Walking out into the hallway Yang too notice of the paintings on the walls, each with a symbol that shared something similar to Jaune's own. Alterations here and there, but it mostly took the form of his own double crescent. Yang stopped at the end, she saw the painting of a man that looked a lot like Jaune. Slightly longer hair, tied up in a bun with the same deep blue eyes very similar in focus to Jaune's own. His chiselled looks gave him a presence even though he was just a painting, looking down he wore armour, a piece to cover his chest with gauntlets and greaves. Sleeveless black top just under the harness that seemed to hold the armour onto his clearly muscular frame. The painting depicted him with a sword and shield, the same as Jaune's own. The exact same as Jaune's own, so much so that Yang had first mistaken this as a picture of Jaune before reading the plaque at the bottom of the painting. If this is Jaune he's a lot older than he said he was Yang thought but if Jaune looks like this when he's older even I might get jealous. Yang mused on the apparent strength of the genetics of the Arc line. Very few of the paintings had any other colour than blonde and blue, traits that were becoming rare in their combination.

Yang walked quickly as her bare feet touched the cold ground entering the lounge she had spent time with her sister and partner last night in, finding it amusing that her bike was still stuck on the stairs. Her jacket folded neatly on the chair and her victim disappeared. I guess that means he's alright Yang surmised, further thoughts being cut off by her stomach growling at her, demanding tribute. Jaune had appeared through doors last night that apparently went into the kitchen, or at least lead to it by a hallway or something. Starting there would probably be for the best. She was right as the door lead to the kitchen via a small connecting hallway, cosy enough given the size of the place. Yang was pretty good in a kitchen, having learned how to cook at no older than five to help around the house and bake Ruby cookies whenever the mood took her.

Yang managed to find food, the fact that her name was written on a plate was a fantastic indicator of food for her. Her food was nice, spicy and seemed to have some level of care placed into it. If it was Jaune then she'd have to both thank and apologise to him. Funny feeling that.

The sound of a heavy motor came from outside, not the gentle humming that most engines made. That engine needs some work Yang thought, hang on… Who could that be? Yang went to the lobby after shovelling down the food she had hoped to savour, maybe that was karma for beating Jaune as she did.

Weiss had a hell of a time getting to her destination. The ride to Vale was easy enough and her arrival in the town was just as much, but spilling wine of her clothes and being unable to shower on the jet made it a difficult thing for her to adjust. Still looking ragged and worn, far more tired than she was before she set out. The stress of traveling was something that Weiss knew she wasn't built for in the least. At lease Weiss was now at the resort, the unnamed manor was an intimidating size, nearly twice the size of her own mansion back in Atlas. It was something to see at least it looks like a resort.

Her car came to a stop, neatly alongside the end of the grass before the fountain. Her luggage packed neatly into the back of her rather spacious vehicle. The white bags and clothes within weighing a fair bit on her body. Heels dug into the gravelly road that lay beneath the woman's feet, her delicate frame hauling the weight of her luggage with her in an almost comical fashion as the made her way towards the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. Crash! The doors fell over was Weiss came tumbling down onto her face with the awesome weight she carried, spilling some of her clothes onto the floor and her bags in a mostly tidy pile. Yang was sitting in one of the chairs in the lounge, staring at the woman in white with barely restrained glee. "Good morning"

"It's after twelve." Weiss stated "but that's perfect for you, Sun-Beam." Weiss was unfortunately muffled beneath her pile, otherwise Yang would have heard her instead of "mrph, urph, erm, urff" as she did. Yang wasted no time in picking the luggage off her friend "why are you here anyway, I thought you had a thing in Vacuo?"

"That got put on hold. What are you doing here?" Yang asked with a genuinely curious tone.

"I booked a place at this travesty of a resort…" Weiss looked around briefly "that doesn't look like its open yet." Weiss stopped to look at the area around her, seeing the crack in the ceiling and the motorbike lying in the middle of the floor just at the bottom of the staircase. Yang's emblem branded onto the side of it, like the emblem patterned into her own clothes… Weiss took a moment to study Yang up and down, her outfit was tasteless, tactless and extremely revealing. As if attempting to seduce somebody with the bare minimalist effort. "You've made yourself a home haven't you?"

Yang looked down, these were her usual clothes but they surely weren't anything new, it took a moment for her to trail Weiss' finger, seeing it went over towards her bike. "Oh? That? Well, Blake and I had a destructive entrance. We'll talk about it later."

"Blake's here too?"

"She arrived with me, still can't tell if this place is a hotel or not or whatever" Yang replied. "We don't know, the only person that could tell us… We knocked him out. Cold" Yang admitted. She herself said it was a group effort, the 'we' implied it was anyway. Yang's voice betrayed that notion, emitting a sense that it was a more personal action. Of course this wasn't a conversation that could be kept up for long. Not because it wasn't an interesting topic, but instead because the contestation shifted wildly when a small hurricane arrived shouting something incoherently, and a slightly slower hurricane just after.

"OhmygodisthatWeiss!?" Were among the jumble of words that could be made out as Ruby tackled the princess into a fantastic flying hug. A gale force followed as Yang and Blake were swept into the now-group huddle by an amazing force. "It's a team RWBY reunion!" Ruby cried in a strange state of triumph, having her B.F.F back was something joyous to her, having Yang and Blake here too made it all the more sweeter as the girls shared in an amazing hug that was years in the making.

"I'd like my arms back" Weiss said, tightening her hug on her team, Weiss often said things while her actions betrayed her completely. Something like that wasn't out of the ordinary, even her time in Atlas hadn't changed this about her. Even if she had been serious there was nothing to stop them from moving in the dogpile they had made in the collapsed floor, atop the again broken doors and the newer pile of Weiss' bag and clothes created by Hurricane Ruby. Though something was odd. Ruby felt different, her usual clothes were kind of frilly compared to what she was wearing now. As the group sat up a little Weiss finally got a good look at what felt so off.

"Is that Jaune's hoodie?"

"It's a long story" Ruby sighed while Blake and Yang began to snicker a little behind her. Though she had rehearsed it a little with Blake and Yang it was obvious that she was still just a little nervous given that it was Weiss she was talking to, if anybody was going to let Ruby knew her exact mistakes it would be Weiss. The conversation started in the same way it did the night before, with Ruby attempting an explanation, again leaving out the detail of Pyrrha's sword. Even going as far as to add in the bits that Yang had told her about their own arrival.

"Sooo… Jaune got you wet" Blake blushed at the statement while Yang let out a laugh and gave Weiss a silent thumbs up, her eyes watering. Weiss realised her mistake and accidental pun but refused to acknowledge it. "You changed into his hoodie, shortly after that and a small drink between you and Jaune, Yang and Blake burst down the doors, then you hugged, told them what you just told me now and then Yang punched Jaune into unconsciousness. Twice." Weiss placed a hand on the head in exasperation "you're not even sure if this place is a hotel because Jaune went down after you assumed him dead and thought a zombie was attacking or something?"

"He did scream really loud Weiss, you should've seen it. It was like an angry fleshy spirit came back from the grave!" Yang said in her own defence, the joke seemed to be an attempt to hide her embarrassment at it, "but yes that's right, I guess."

"Also, that person Yang punched after reading the bulletin board might be the town's mayor" Blake added. Yang acted horrified at the implication, an attack like that would probably make anybody hold a grudge. When a grudge got involved with hunting it normally meant you'd get cheated out of your money after a job well done. The conversation continued on like this as the girls placed Weiss' clothes into her bags and began to carry them upstairs. Since they had rooms near each other they hoped there was one to her linking. Weiss settled on a white room besides Blake and across from Yang, the way it had been decorated it seemingly had her in mind when being designed. Weiss noticed that this was a common theme in each of the rooms, the others hadn't had much of a chance to notice before but she was right.

Ruby had a room devoted to the colour red, she exact shade of preference and co-ordinated appropriately to emphasise the bits a pieces of black in the room. The floor was a neutral colour but everything from the walls to the bed had been placed there deliberately. Yang's room as a sunlight yellow and did a magnificent job of emulating the feel of summer, the room seemed to be in a contest with the outside world given how vibrant it was compared to the world beyond her window. Blake's room was a dark mix of black and purple, more purple than black but definitely appreciated. "No way that's a coincidence" Yang stated, expressing the thoughts of the group before any of them had a chance to vocalise them. "I'm adding this to the list of things we have to ask Jaune."

"Where is Jaune anyway?" Weiss asked.

"We forgot about him!" Blake shouted, rushing down to the lounge, the other girls followed just as quickly attempting to catch the faunus before she hurt herself on the landing. Not that it really mattered anyway, cats always land on their feet no matter how many times you throw them. Humans at it turns out mostly land on their face because Yang, Ruby and Weiss all fell off the balcony coming tumbling down just moments later and only Weiss landed safely.

"My heroes."

"Knock it off" Yang huffed "also, get off!" Yang looked around, nothing was out of the ordinary, aside from the door still being down and her bike still in the way but everything looks mostly the way it did earlier. "Did he leave a note?"

"Nothing" which is what worries me. Blake trailed off, hoping that Jaune was still somewhere within the hotel.

Jaune was miles away, or almost miles away. It took him thirty minutes to rescue Ruby's items but by then the air-bus was already mid-flight. No the real trial was trying to lose his breakfast over his prize. The trial with his life-long enemy, motion sickness. The airbus made the journey that much more difficult by making harsh turns which rocked items from the boxes he had opened while looking for Ruby's things, miscellaneous things were now assaulting him from the sky as he slowly crawled towards the metal sheet that prevented him from being free. Which prevented him from escaping with his hard-won trophy. His pace quickened as he began to get further and further towards the exit.

Or at least this is what Jaune thought he would be doing, he'd been found out just moments later and laughed at. He was not the first to attempt something like that, instead Jaune had spent the better half of his morning in the ride to Vale, charging the lost and found as soon as he saw Ruby's luggage. He collected her items and tried his hardest to come back without incident. Unfortunately the world had a strange sense of humour when it came to Jaune, he'd managed the journey to Vale without any incident other than feeling queasy. The return trip wasn't so pleasant. He was nearing the town again when he felt the worst sensation of all time creep up on him. There wasn't any time for directions, Jaune had to find somewhere he could privately allow himself to do his thing without disgusting anybody else. Leaving Ruby's luggage on his seat Jaune made a quick exit to the lower deck, where the tiny toilets were located. It was no good, he immediately took a left and allowed his guts to unleash hell into what he hoped was a porcelain bowl. Instead it was the cargo hold, this is where the lost and found stored things that nobody came to collect on its rounds to other places, and Jaune had made a mess of it all. He wasn't done. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

The disgusting details of what he'd done haunted him as he left the deck and hurriedly went in the direction of the hotel. Jaune's day wasn't over yet but it at least he managed to secure Ruby's things. Thankfully he had remembered to take the items with him through fear of having to do ride such a monstrous machine ever again. Time had escaped Jaune and noon quickly steamed past him, hoping to high-heaven he hadn't missed the first paying guest his hotel would ever receive. If this was a disaster then at least he could be there when things inevitably went wrong for him.

It was only for a moment but two pairs of eyes caught his back. One pair green and the other a pale shade of pink. "Let's play follow the leader!"

"Please don't tackle him."

Note: Tusk Act gave me a shout out. Thanks man, you're top.

May need to work on interactions and getting the characters down but hey, I don't have to be perfect.

Little something else for you all that I couldn't stop myself from making. A very short bonous.

The clock struck twelve as the Vale Criminal Investigations Department rolled into the crime scene. The bright moon hung low in the misty skies of the street corners. A seedy place that only the worst kinds of humans and faunus will ever go. The depths of society are endless, but hey? It beasts starving by a bullet to the head. Tonight the streets themselves seemed almost devoid of colour, hungry and haunting as folks went about their night paying no mind to one another. Just the way the Valeian streets often asked people to.

Outside an air-bus, as the soul-less metal rattled away to reveal its haunting contents. "I've seen a lot of horrible things I my time. But I've never seen something as bizarrely hateful as this." One of the officers said, presenting a gravelly, stone-cold attitude.

"I've seen crime scenes filled with blood and others littered with bodies… But this? I can't fathom the sick bastard that would do something like this" another of his colleagues stated. "An' I don't wanna meet them."

"To puke all over the luggage of passengers and… the lost and found… All those poor children, missing their toys… What monster could do this?"

"That's our job. We gotta find them and bring them down."

"You don't get it, do you? This here is a master's work. Some kind of radical protest against the air-bus industry. Whoever did this is a consummate professional, maybe even levels above Roman was." The gravelly detective said, his long coat flowing in the breeze of the musky and poorly ventilated station. "We gotta do this quick, do you want another White Fang?"

"Detective Chalk!" the sound of cameras priming filled the air behind them "What do you have to say about the criminal!"

I got a loooong night ahead of me.