Jaune wore his usual outfit, consisting of his Pumpkin Pete hoodie underneath his light leather armor, colored black to blend in perfectly with his hoody, as well as his wings, which were folded against his back, the pitch black feathers seemingly non-existent against his leathers.

It was a bit uncomfortable keeping his wings against his body the whole time, but it was necessary as to not bring attention to himself.

He looked around, face showing no emotion, his eyes calculating as he observes everyone around him. He can see everyone's Aura's, their souls, and everything that marred their souls.

Most had their soul's mainly pure, but they had some bits of black on their souls. There was one, however, that was completely pure white.

He looked to the young girl, an eyebrow quirked a bit as he looked her over.

She was pale with silver eyes. She had short black hair that faded to red towards the tips. She had a black corset, with red highlights in it. Hooked onto her corset by two, crooked silver crosses, was a dark red had a black skirt with red undertones, a red belt on it, which had a black flaming rose on it, and on one side is a pack, which she most likely stored her ammo in, and there were five silver sniper rounds in slips. Her black and red boots went up to her mid-shin, her black socks going past her knees. Underneath her cloak was a folded up piece of metal, which was most likely her weapon, and was, again, red. She looked to be fifteen or so.

She was talking to an obviously older girl, who was taller and blonde. Her hair went down past her lower back, and it was a massive mane of blonde. She was slightly tanner than the girl in front of her, with lilac eyes. She had an orange scarf around her neck. Her chest was more developed than her friend. She had an orange shirt with a black flaming heart which was over her heart, an orange jacket over it. She had denim short shorts on, a purple bandana around her left knee. She had dark brown boots on, and was smiling.

He couldn't hear what they said, but Yellow was clearly excited, while Red was embarrassed.

He looked away, as it was bad to eavesdrop. He knew for a fact that God and the other Archangels were watching him up there, so he was going to do well, to prove that he was telling the truth, and that the archangels lied and were only jealous of him.

After helping Red off the ground, after she was saved by a girl in black from a girl in white, after White chewed Red out, after she exploded in the courtyard, after White waved around a vial of red Dust, after Red fell onto White's luggage, and after Yellow left Red, Jaune introduced himself to the younger girl. Well, they were all younger than him, technically. Turns out Red was named Ruby. Huh. Very fitting.

As they made their way to the auditorium, where the welcoming speech was being held, Jaune found out that he was absolutely shit at socializing. Guess that being a three-thousand five hundred seventy-six year old angel that looks seventeen, and goes as seventeen, doesn't exactly mean you're great at talking to girls. Or people. Or in just talking in general. Anyways, Ruby, seeing her sister Yang, left Jaune.

"Great… now where am I supposed to find a nice, quirky girl to talk to?" He asked to himself, not feeling someone watching him.

He walked forwards, standing close to Ruby and Yang. He looked around, moving his wings a bit as they rested against his back because of nervous energy.

His head stopped, though, when his gaze locked on some one else's. They were staring right at him with golden yellow eyes whose pupils had the slightest angle to them, showing to him - and only him - that she was some breed of cat Faunus. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders and rested against her back. Her lightly tanned skin showed that she was used to being outside a lot. Her outfit was a lot like a three piece suit made for a woman, though it seemed to be made for warmer temperatures than Vale's weather. Her body was curvy, and she stood in such a way that she was ready for anything. On her back was a black blade, that looked like a cleaver, with a black ribbon hanging off the handle.

Jaune was captivated. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Well, mortal woman, that it. Angels were beautiful, yes. But beautiful in the way that a sunset is beautiful, or a landscape, or a painting. You can love it, but it can't love you back. This woman, however, could love someone back.

Realizing that Jaune had been staring, and that his jaw had been dropped, shut it quickly and turned away, his cheeks heating up a bit. He couldn't believe it. He, the one who was once Lucifer, a Fallen Angel who was once a Seraph, the one who was once the right hand of God, fell in love at first sight.