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Jaune woke to a soft pressure on his lips, too dazed to react as Pyrrha forced him back into the locker and slammed it shut, he cried out wordlessly as he was sent flying far, far away. He begged Weiss to save her, to save his partner, but knew, deep down, that she was dead already. After all, he’d already seen this happen.  It was his least favorite nightmare. Jaune awoke to a soft pressure on his lips. His eyes snapped open in horror. This time, as Pyrrha shoved him into the locker and sent him flying away, he cried out for a very different reason. He begged Weiss, told her to be faster, told her to push, to run, but it was no goo

“What do you mean you’ve never had Tiramisu!?” If possible, Ruby tried to sink deeper into her seat. Ohh, everyone in the restaurant was staring at them now… It was at times like this that Ruby really hated her impulsiveness. Weiss had been eating a funny looking cake for dessert on their date, and Ruby asked what it was. Upon receiving that look, the one Weiss gave her whenever she was calling Ruby a dolt, Ruby shrunk back into her chair and tried to retract her question, but it was too late. “How can you not have had it!?” “Weis-” “No! You and I are not returning to Beacon unti-”

Glant didn't feel the cold, despite the fact that he was standing, barefoot, on an iceburg. The battle had been fierce, he and Lt had fought ruthlessly, yet in the end no one had won- The foot shot up, but Glant wasn't there. He leaned back, bending at the waist and, using a single hand to steady himself, swept Lt's remaining leg out from under her. The moment she struck the ground, there was a great crack, and her entire body went limp. Her spine had broken cleanly. Her body was laid down in a boat of Redwood, and set adrift in the arctic waters. The leather bound grip of his bow was no comfort to Glant, as he removed the arrowhead from the

"What on earth are you feeding these children?!" the woman cried out, as Glynda tried her best to look sheepish It wasn't hard. The Health & Safety inspector was making her yearly visit, and, just like last year, no one had been ready for it. "This ketchup is practically explosive!" She winced, but internally felt proud of Weiss. The fight had been recorded by security cameras in the cafeteria, and even after reviewing the footage three different times she was still surprised Weiss had been capable of attacking in such a way. "Why would you serve kids whole, uncooked leeks?!" That was actually something Glynda didn't know. The Leeks had

A star. An ever-burning nuclear fire-ball. A reactor that, if given time, could create elements out of energy and gas. Billions upon Billions of these had created the matter of the universe. Formed by an enormous out-flowing of gas and energy, from a single point. To some forms of sentient life, these were the focal points of their lives. Religions devoted to them. Temples built in worship of them. Some claimed to see patterns in the stars, to be able to predict the future and read the past. Some used them as fuel. Harvesting excess energy and material, converting it into a method of propulsion. And some 200,000 specific machines used th