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“Sup losers,” Sun says as he joins team RWBY at a café near Haven. “I haven’t seen you guys in, like, forever. How have you been? And why are you all the way out here in Mistral?” It has been a full three weeks since Yang and Blake have joined the group. Both Ruby and Weiss had recovered enough for the two teams to move on to the next step in finding answers; about Cinder or otherwise. That means they need to get into Haven Academy as smoothly as possible, hence Sun’s involvement. “As you can see we’re all fine, though we… hit a few rough patches on the journey here,” Blake an

 ...She couldn’t handle it any more. Too much had happened in such a short amount of time and she just couldn’t keep up. She wanted it all to stop; and so it did. Something stirred from deep within her soul and granted her wish in a wall of light. It started with the giant Grimm perched at the edge of the tower. It cried out in what could only be described as fear as the light touched it. Its cry died away as it stiffened. Then it stopped moving completely, its destructive rampage ended before it could really begin. Now it was the woman’s turn. The smug look on her face was replaced with disbelief and anger the instant the l

 The first thing Weiss becomes aware of is pain. It pulses through her slowly, deep and sharp. After a few pulses she realizes her breathing is the cause. With this realization she is able locate the source of the pain. Its epicenter is at the right side of her chest. Weiss struggles to focus her mind in order to find the reason behind the pain. She’s injured… real helpful. But how? Why? Slowly her mind clears. She’s cold… not the focus right now. She remembers a blur of red… rose petals… Ruby! The memories come rushing back to Weiss. She had seen Ruby tumble down the road from behind her. Their eyes had me

There was once a girl who had no home, no friends, no family, and no name. What she did have, was crimson red hair. All those around her, from the other children in the orphanage to the caretakers and even the potential parents that came by, would visibly cringe at the sight of her hair. “Such a hideous shade of crimson,” they would all whisper to one another. “Like the color of blood.” The girl would always hear their comments as they shot her dirty looks. The girl tried to ignore them and pretend she never heard their hurtful words, but over time Crimson came into being. While the girl remained silent ignoring the

 Blake rubs her temples, trying to alleviate the headache that had formed half an hour ago. The blaring music of the nightclub pounds against her sensitive ears as the smell of alcohol and sweat assaults her nose, but beggars can’t be choosers. The frigid wind that had blown ahead of the approaching blizzard drove her to find someplace warm and seeing how the nightclub was the only thing open in the immediate area, Blake didn’t have much of a choice. The bartender glares at her for the hundredth time since she entered. He obviously isn’t happy with her just sitting there and not ordering anything. He starts walking over, mos

 Ruby wakes up slowly to the sound of a whispered conversation. She gradually becomes more aware of her surroundings as her mind wakes up. She is in a warm bed in what she assumes to be a dimly lit room judging by the amount of light coming through her eyelids. Something about the conversation catches her attention. She strains her tired mind to focus on hearing the words. “I hate to say this, but it… it looked a lot like Cinder’s power. Do you think there could be some sort of connection between the two?” That’s Jaune’s voice, though it sounds stuffy, as if he had been crying recently. “It could be

 Weiss takes a deep breath of the crisp winter air then knocks on the door to the cozy house she had been directed to. Once she had arrived in Vale, she had sought out a familiar face to learn where her teammates were. It didn’t take her long to find Professor Goodwitch who informed her that the sisters had been taken back to their home in Patch. And so after another, though much shorter, airship ride and a bit of asking around she now stands in front of Ruby and Yang’s house.  About a minute after she knocks a man with familiar blonde hair opens the door. “Good morning,” Weiss says with a slight curtsy, “I̵

 Weiss paces uncomfortably around her room. After spending nearly a year in that cramped dorm room with its haphazardly built bunk beds her bedroom seems too large and very empty. And without the warm, smiling faces of her teammates it was so very cold and lonely. Weiss shakes her head to clear it. She can’t let her emotions get the best of her, not here. Her father is already furious enough at her without her breaking the icy composure that every Schnee was supposed to possess. An unpleasant memory resurfaces once more. Weiss sat in the airship with the last of the evacuees from Beacon. Next to her sat Ruby’s uncle, Qrow, who h

 She ran up the side of the tower with the help of her partner’s glyphs. As she got closer to the top, a feeling of dread grew in her chest. She knew she had to go faster or else something bad would happen. She jumped the last few feet and landed at the top of the tower. She looked up, preparing to join the fight that should have been raging there, only to see an arrow bury itself in her friend’s chest. Her friend took a few gasping breaths, then slumped forward with her opponent holding her still form up by her headpiece. A strange light flashed outward, then her friend started to disintegrate right before her eyes. Despair and s