Within moments of Glenda's call, Jaune was halfway across the arena, moving rapidly towards Yang. His primary concern was making sure the brawler was alright. His team converged on him as he approached the blonde, but he waved them off with a quick, "I'll explain later." As he reached Yang's position she met him with a mix of cheer and nervousness from her.

"Hey ladykiller, you really swept me off my feet," she said to the knight's relief.

"Really a janitorial pun?" He deadpans in return, extending a hand to help her up. As she reached for his hand it was knocked away by her feline partner.

"Get away from her," Blake hissed, positioning herself defensively between the two blondes. Jaune recoiled, hands held up, a look of hurt flashing across his face. As Yang stood up, clearly ready to diffuse the situation, the other half of team RWBY came to the unnecessary defense of their teammate. Ruby pulled her sister away from the perceived threat as Weiss slid into position next to Blake, hand on her rapier. Jaune could hear his team coming up behind him, ready to intervene. He quickly signaled them to stay back, hoping to avoid increasing the tension.

"Stay back Arc," Weiss demanded, "We won't let you hurt her."

"It's fine Weiss-icle," Yang tried to interject but was shushed by her sister.

"That's quite enough," Goodwitch said before the exchange could continue, "A victor has already been declared, please return to your seats." Part of Jaune was thankful for the professor's intervention until she added, "Mr. Arc, please see Professor Ozpin after dinner."

Jaune took a deep breath as his teammates stared at him, waiting for his explanation. The air in JNPR's dorm positively crackled with anticipation and electricity, in Nora's case. Pyrrha sat on her bed, her usual smile adorning her face. Ren patiently sat upon his desk, legs crossed and hands clasped, ready to listen. Nora was sprawled across her bed, head hanging upside down over the edge.

"Come on Jaune-Jaune," Nora finally exclaimed after a few more moments of silence, "Tell us how you did that to Yang." she sing-songed.

"We are rather curious," Ren added, his statement being a bit more tactful than his ginger partner, "If you are worried about judgement you don't need to be."

"We know you're not a monster Jaune," Pyrrha said, "We just wish we knew about it beforehand."

"What I did to Yang was my semblance," Jaune hesitantly began, "It allows me to take control of any living thing; people, animals, even grimm." As he looked around at his team they nodded at him, encouraging him to continue. "I discovered it when I was a little kid, a Beowolf attacked me and my older cousin in the woods near my hometown. I took control of it and sent it running while he carried me back towards town.

"Wait, wait, wait," Nora shouted, "You mean to tell us that you have a cousin on top of the seven sisters? Was anyone in your town not an Arc?" The excitable girl inquired.

"Twenty-seven of them actually, in fact a few will probably be here for the Vytal festival." The room went silent at his reply, clearly shocked by the large number.

"Back to your semblance," Ren helpfully suggested after a brief lull in the conversation. A thought which the two girls mirrored, nodding enthusiastically.

"Well my parents didn't want me to become a hunter so they refused to train me. For a little that was that, my dream of becoming a hunter was over before it even began. Then my uncle came back from a long term mission, he heard how I sent off the Beowolf and decided to train me. We spent years training my semblance and my hand to hand."

"Why were so bad with your sword then?" Nora asked, gesturing to Crocea Mors at his side.

"Well I only got Crocea Mors a few months before Beacon, I had to prove that I was ready," Jaune shrugged, nonplussed by the excitable girl's blunt question. "Dad had me survive a week in the Forever Fall to earn it. Same as him and his father before him." A look of concern passed over Pyrrha's face at that. "Anyway's training with Uncle X really helped me get a hold of what I could and couldn't do."

"So what can it do exactly?" Pyrrha asked, eyebrow raised, "Does it have any weaknesses?" Jaune paused for a moment thinking about his power.

"Well with enough training a person can fight off its effects," he said, "Oh, and I can only use it on two or three targets at a time."

"Well, now we're faced with a question." Ren said, Jaune looked at the other boy expecting words of judgement, "How can we best use your abilities with ours?" As Jaune finally relaxed the four began to talk strategy. As they talked time seemed to fly, the minutes drawing into hours. Jaune glanced at his scroll and noticed the time.

"Dinner is almost done," he interrupted Nora and Pyrrha discussing a new training schedule, "You guys head down and grab me something, I'll meet you back here after talking to Ozpin," The knight ducked into the hall and began the trek towards the headmaster's office.

As Jaune looked across the headmaster's desk at the green eyed man, he was struck by just how intimidating Ozpin could appear. Thinking back to his first day at Beacon he remembered how off the man seemed while giving his welcome speech. At the time he hadn't seemed intimidating, just strange. Now as the man stared back at Jaune over his cup of coffee it felt as if he was suffocating just from the tension in the room.

"Mr. Arc," the professor started as he set down his coffee, "It seems that you have a rather powerful semblance," The man paused giving Jaune an opportunity to speak, one he didn't take, "The puppetmaster semblance is a rare one indeed." Jaune's eyes widened at the headmaster's knowledge. Still, he remained silent. "What I'm about to offer is not to be taken lightly Mr. Arc. Only one team a year gets this opportunity."

"In that case Sir," Jaune said, stumbling a little over his words, "I'll have to talk to my team before making any sort of decision." At this the headmaster cracked half a smile.

"Of course Mr. Arc, if this weren't the case then you clearly wouldn't be the correct choice. Team JNPR is being given the opportunity to become operators, like team CVFY. Essentially a team of special operation hunters."

"What would that entail, sir?" Jaune asked.

"More classes, more assignments, higher level field missions," the professor began to list, "Of course it's more than just added responsibilities; your team would have access to the weapons workshop normally reserved for third years and would have a dedicated transport. Additionally, you would receive instruction from higher level instructors."

"Higher level instructors?" Jaune asked.

"Of course Mr Arc, you didn't think that Glynda, Bartholomew, and Peter were the only professors at this school, did you?" Jaune cracked a grin as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "If your team chooses to accept you'll take on classes in dust manipulation, weapon maintenance, strategy, and various types of combat," Jaune nodded, contemplating the man's words. "If you have no questions that will be all." As Jaune stood and left Ozpin's office the headmaster called after him, "Mr. Arc, I expect your answer by the end of the weekend."

As Jaune wandered back to his dorm, lost in thought, he collided with what seemed to be a mountain. As his forward momentum had been halted his body did the only thing that it could and promptly hit floor. As he looked up at the figure that he had run into he realized that it was no mountian at all but rather Yatsuhashi Daichi, the giant of team CFVY.

"Oh hey Yatsu," Jaune said from his position on the floor, making no effort to get up.

"Jaune," the larger man replied, "Your fight today was most spectacular."

"Yeah, it sure was something," Jaune mumbled, "Hey can I ask you about something?" The other student replied with a quiet nod, "Ozpin offered JNPR an operator position, CFVY is an operator team right? What's that like?" Yatsu looked pensive at the question, in fairness that was his expression in most cases.

"To become an operator is a great honor, but it comes at price," Jaune opened his mouth to speak, but stopped at Yatsu's raised hand, "It will distance you from your classmates and that distance will only be furthered by what you see on missions. All of CFVY bear scars from our missions, physically and mentally. The only advice I can give is consult your team." Jaune nodded as the giant pulled him to his feet. He walked back even more conflicted than before. Before he reached the dorm, he had decided to sleep on it, and discuss with his team tomorrow.