Chương 7: Awkward circumstances
"A different office?" The blonde woman questioned as she picked up her books, allowing Jaune to take half with a small smile of gratitude. "Most of us don't have offices per se Jaune. We tend to teach in designated classrooms, and retire to our own rooms for any marking. There is always the staff room if you need space however."
"It's not space I need Glynda." Jaune replied with an easy grin as the two made their way down the halls, students flowing around them but never bumping into them. Miss Goodwitch's reputation was more than convenient at times. "I was just thinking that if students want to come to me for counselling, they might feel a little awkward if I was inviting them back to my room." Left unsaid was the suggestion that it might also look more than a little suspect if he was inviting young women there as well.
"Yes. That would be… bad." The older woman replied simply, an unreadable expression on her face. "Perhaps I can speak to Ozpin about having another room made available for you. If my memory serves, the rooms by your own are vacant at this time. Perhaps we should take a look at them now and see if either would suit?"
"That would be great." He thanked, pleased that she was taking his side on the matter. He would have gone directly to Ozpin on it, but was still feeling a little uncertain about the older man. The look in his eyes and the enigmatic grins that came across his lips still put the young faker on edge. At least with Glynda he knew where he stood! "You're a life-saver Glynda."
"I have a free hour anyway." She waved off his praise, though he could see the small pleased smile tugging at her lips. "Do you have any idea what you're looking for in this new office?"
Truthfully he didn't. Which he supposed wouldn't be too bad of a thing to admit since all the teachers knew he didn't have any experience in counselling. What he really needed was somewhere he could dedicate to this role, so that any students wouldn't see anything incriminating in his own rooms. For instance books on low-level fighting or basic history – things he really ought to already know.
"Just somewhere I can have a few seats to sit on, probably around a small table or something. A couple of bookshelves might be nice, but probably won't be necessary."
"You're looking to model it like a psychiatrist's office?"
"Sort of." He agreed, thinking back on offices he had seen in television shows and the like, since he'd never been to see one himself.
"I would advise against the reclining seat. Even hunters in training will likely feel more than a little vulnerable laying down like that. But the rest should be fine." Jaune nodded to show he had understood her comment as they continued onwards. Just some normal seats would be enough, so long as they were comfortable.
"I'm just worried about the costs…" He mumbled with some small embarrassment. Mentally he knew there had to be some kind of budget for the school, perhaps an expenses allowance. But he didn't know how to go about accessing it, and didn't like the idea of demanding it either.
"I'll take notes on what we need, and see a proposal drawn up for you." His companion offered with a simple shrug, proving yet again that she was possibly the most efficient and brilliant person in the entire academy.
"Thank you, I'm sorry to add all this to your workload Glynda."
"Really, by now I'm used to it." She sighed. "At the very least you appreciate the effort I put forth. Mostly I run around cleaning up after the Headmaster." She didn't seem angry as she spoke the words, but there was a certain irritation in them.
"I'm sure he appreciates it too." Jaune offered lamely, knowing he had to say something, but unsure how far he was willing to get involved in the matter. "If you need any help…"
"Thank you, but I'll be okay. Maybe you helping to calm down the students with this counselling will clear my schedule. Goodness knows I could deal with less detentions or students about to suffer breakdowns."
"I'll do my best." Jaune laughed as he opened the doors to his rooms and stepped inside, holding the door open to let her in as well, before slamming it closed on the woman's face.
"Mr Arc!?" The teacher demanded with equal amounts of confusion and indignation, but Jaune heard none of it. His blue eyes instead focused on the girl sat on his couch, legs propped up over the armrest as she spooned ice-cream into her mouth.
"Guh!" He grunted, mind whirling as she turned to face him, the spoon sticking from between her lips as she cocked her head in confusion. Wildly he waved his arms towards the door to his bedroom, hoping she would get the hint.
Neo flounced to her feet with a put-upon sigh, gliding into his bedroom and closing the door quietly behind her, even as Glynda finally opened the door and pushed her way inside.
"Mr Arc, what was the reason for that!?" She looked left and right as she entered, surveying the room, which was now thankfully empty but for the two of them. Despite the relief he felt, his heart was still beating fast enough to nearly cause him physical pain.
"Eh-er… It's a real mess in here, I was embarrassed." He offered lamely, wincing at her single raised brow as she looked at the bowl of ice-cream on the table. Literally the only thing out of place in what was otherwise an immaculately clean living area. "Heh heh, let me just put that away."
"Your unusual breakfast habits aside Jaune, please don't do that again." She accepted as she placed the books down on his table, letting him scoop away the bowl which was still half-uneaten. I'd best put this in the freezer, God knows what the little devil will do if I throw it away.
Opening the freezer door, he let out a short sigh of frustration at the sight of white blocks of ice-cream boxes stacked like bricks, with not a single inch of space remaining for himself. Fuck's sake Neo… He cursed. Inconvenience aside, he didn't understand why she was using him as a safe house for her diabetes-inducing habit. Roman had said she would sneak in occasionally… but this suggested she was almost going to bunk at his rooms overnight.
Oh Gods, he hoped not!
"U-um, would you like some coffee Glynda?" He offered uncertainly as he left the bowl on the side, being unable to fit it in the freezer.
"Do you have any herbal tea?" The woman who was sat on his couch called back, as she rummaged around in her books for something. Jaune poured the two of them some simple elderberry tea and brought it to the table before sitting down himself. Glynda was sat with her back towards the door leading to his room and the kitchen.
"Thank you." The woman accepted the warm mug, before taking a short sip. "I prefer the flavours of herbal teas, and the health benefits cannot be understated in our line of work." Tension seemed to ease from her shoulders as she inhaled the vapours. "I've long since been trying to convince the Headmaster and Professor Oobleck to give up their coffee."
That explains a lot actually… Jaune thought to himself, secretly wishing he had some of that heavenly coffee from the kitchens, rather than this… flowery hot water. The sacrifices he was forced to make.
"So." She began after a brief pause. "With regards to expenses for counselling, we'll have to have an idea of what equipment we need – as specifically as possible. It won't be enough to have a vague idea, we'll need to know the exact items we need. Do you understand?"
"Yeah…" Jaune mumbled back, his nervous eyes staring past Glynda towards the multi-coloured girl who was strolling nonchalantly behind the stern woman towards the kitchen. Bare feet padded on the tiled floor as she picked up the discarded bowl and headed back into Jaune's room, waving lazily with one hand as she did so. "Yeah…" Jaune repeated nervously. "Sure… Why not…."
"Are you okay Jaune?" The older woman asked in concern, leaning forwards as though to touch his face.
"Oh yeah, I'm great!" He laughed out nervously, his shoulders sagging as he imagined just how screwed he would be if Neo seriously was just going to wander around the Academy like this. She'd be picked up within a few hours, and he'd be forced to explain just how he knew a criminal. Before his past was brought to light and he would be locked away in a dark dungeon for the rest of his life… oh yeah – he felt great!
"You're clearly not Jaune." The stern woman chastised as she came around the table and laid a hand against his forehead. With her hand covering the top of his eyes, and her head above his own he had nothing to look at other than the breasts that were in front of his face. "You're very warm, perhaps you should take some time to sit down and rest. You don't have any other lessons today, do you?"
"No lessons." Jaune mumbled back, eyes cataloguing the interesting things that happened to Glynda's figure as she breathed in and out. I am so going straight to Hell.
"I will sort out the expenses, you rest and get some dinner." She pulled away from him, and he immediately missed the warm contact.
"I'm sorry Glynda, I'll be fine tomorrow, I suppose I'm a little under the weather." He called out to her in apology as she paused at his door. The woman turned, giving him a rare smile as she pulled it open.
"Don't worry about it. I'll see you soon. You're supporting me in combat lessons on Friday I believe. Rest well." The door closed with a click, even as Jaune's face paled even further. If he had looked ill before… then his face now would have prompted her to call an ambulance.
Combat lessons on Friday!? I don't remember that… shit, four days… Pulling himself to his feet he staggered towards his bedroom. If he was going to be expected to perform in front of the class then he needed training. Neo could-
The room was empty. Ruffled bed sheets and en empty bowl on top of a stack of his pillows. His incumbent house guest had made herself a small nest out of the quilt and pillows, before abandoning him when he needed a favour from her.
And yet again I stand alone against the horde… He thought to himself melodramatically as he walked back into the living area, moving over to the comfiest chair and lowering himself down into it.
A manly screech escaped his lips a moment later as his rear end connected with something soft and warm, his body panicking as he tried to jump up and move to the side in the same movement, all while being bent over. The result was his body sprawling into an ungainly heap as his face slammed into the carpet.
One baleful blue eye watched a bare foot as it dangled before his eyes, the small girl sat cross-legged in a chair he could 100% claim had been empty only two nano-seconds earlier.
"Is this going to become a recurring theme?" He mumbled into the carpet threads, putting his hands beneath himself so he could push up into a kneeling position. Neo looked as unapologetic as she usually did. A mysterious quirk to her lips, though he could easily make out the enjoyment in her eyes. Clearly yes, she had done that on purpose.
"Are you going to explain why you're in my rooms?" He asked once he had managed to navigate his way into a seat. The woman nodded once, uncrossing her legs as she began making a wide series of pantomiming gestures. Jaune followed them closely, discerning something about a box, a person walking and what looked to be people talking.
The gestures continued for another minute or so before Jaune sighed, a sinking feeling taking place in his gut.
"You're taking the piss out of me, aren't you?"
The girl nodded once, a beatific smile coming across her features.
Fucking Roman…
"I guess I walked into that one. I take it you heard Miss Goodwitch's comments then?" The girl nodded in response. "Can I ask for your help with training then?" Again she nodded, her smile taking a more sinister edge. Jaune shuddered at the sight of it, not enjoying the feeling of knowing she was going to make his life miserable, but also knowing he needed it.
"I've got some time now before dinner. Can we fit some in for an hour?" Once more the girl nodded, though this time she pointed to her bare feet, holding one out towards him. Jaune looked at the dainty foot in confusion. "You want to fight bare foot?" The girl shook her head and pointed to his own feet, where he noticed two white boots were laid. Oh right, she wanted her boots.
Probably hurt to kick his ass barefoot…
"Here you go." He offered, holding the two boots out to her. The girl made no motion to accept them, instead leaning further back into the couch with a frankly shit-eating grin on her face. She wiggled her toes towards him, while Jaune's expression became tortured. "You want me to put your boots on you?" The girl nodded.
What am I to this girl, a freaking slave!? And yet despite the humiliation he took her foot in one hand and began to slip her boots on, with one pink and then one brown sock (naturally) before moving onto the boots themselves. Neo watched with an amused expression on her face, clearly enjoying the pampering even as Jaune grit his teeth. Remember Jaune, you owe her… your very future relies on her… You're mature enough to rise above her games…
It was while he was lacing up the final boot that Neo finally moved, though the sudden explosion of pain on his left temple was not what he had been expecting. Jaune's body crashed backwards over the low coffee table as his arms slammed into the wooden sides, giving him a few nasty bruises.
The she-demon in question simply stepped over the table daintily, tying the final knot herself before dropping a piece of paper in front of Jaune's disgruntled face. Elegant cursive writing stared back at him.
Hey kid, remember to fight dirty – R.
"Fucking Roman…" Jaune mumbled out as the girl made to stamp on his face.
~~~~~Professor Arc~~~~~
Jaune sat on a soft leather cushion in the middle of the rock garden. The gentle tolling of wind chimes providing backing music to the trilling bird song. In the distance he could just make out the sounds of the students of Beacon, even as the aches and pains he had received from Neo began to slip away. The sound of a small babbling creek nearby made him smile. Even as he lifted the cup to his lips.
Huh, it's empty? His addled mind questioned, as the illusion shattered to pieces around him, the loud bustle of Beacon Cafeteria coming back into focus as Jaune stared morosely down into the empty mug of Teacher's coffee. All good things had to end eventually, he considered, even as the agony of Neo's training assaulted his muscles once more. Sitting on an uncomfortable wooden bench wasn't helping either.
Neo had been about as brutal as usual, having little apparent mercy or restraint when it came to giving him good reasons to duck and weave. After her initial trick he'd been wary of her every movement, even managing to dodge a final kick after she had called the training over. If only because he had expected some kind of parting shot. Once she'd managed that she'd vanished.
Literally. It seemed her semblance was some kind of instant teleportation…
I mean seriously… talk about ridiculously overpowered…
"Hello Professor Arc, might we sit here?" A masculine voice interrupted his thoughts as the tired blonde looked up to see a single boy surrounded by three other girls. The boy in question was dressed in the school uniform, though he would recognise the pink lock of hair anywhere.
"Of course." He offered with what he hoped was a pleasant smile. "Ren, wasn't it? And this would be the full team Raven?"
"Hi Jauney!" The bubbly ginger girl greeted as she leapt bodily over the table to sit next to him. Jaune offered her a quick nod, while the other three sat down across from him.
"And hello Pyrrha. How are you settling in?" The redhead offered him a gentle smile as she sat down, with a plate of some kind of salad in front of her. Thankfully he was too exhausted to feel any of the usual awkwardness he felt around her, especially since he had already seen the girl in her underwear.
"I am well Professor Arc. The classes are interesting, and Beacon is a very beautiful place. It's very different to Mistral." Jaune nodded to say he understood, even though he really didn't.
"I suppose you haven't yet met our final team member. This is Velvet Scarlatina." Ren pointed towards their fourth member, the bunny-eared brunette girl who was actually older than Jaune himself. The girl looked a little uncertain at being introduced to a teacher, but nodded politely.
"I had heard about you." Jaune greeted, causing a frown to appear on her features. "Nothing bad," he quickly assured. "Just about your existing team, I understand your knowledge is actually quite far ahead of the rest of your year."
Flattery was good, right? It seemed to work on Miss Goodwitch.
"Ah, I suppose." The girl mumbled embarrassedly. "Unfortunately it was not enough for me to remain with my team though."
There was a stilted silence after she said this, which even Jaune with his relatively weak social skills was able to pick up on. Thankfully Nora could be relied upon to break it.
"Hey, we all got a message about you becoming the Student Counsellor." She piped up, before giving him a nudge with her elbow. "What's that all about?" Jaune recognised the question as an attempt to divert the conversation and went along with it.
"Basically I am now the student counsellor for Beacon. So any students who might be having trouble with things can come to me for advice, or just to chat. I'll also be available to talk to if there are more serious problems like trauma, or depression." Not that he knew anything about how to deal with situations that severe. Chances are he could just read from the books and do his best to use the advice they gave to him.
"Are psychological problems that big of an issue at Beacon?" Ren asked as he took a sip of his drink. The others had all begun tucking into their own food as he spoke.
"I don't think so." Jaune answered as best he could, silently reminding them that he was new here too. "I think it's more if people have problems fitting in, or want advice, or if they are being bullied."
As he said the last he let his eyes sweep over the faunus girl across from him, only to catch her own brown eyes narrowed at him. The girl huffed silently and broke eye-contact, apparently displeased with his less than subtle attempt. Unbidden, words that the Headmaster had given a few days ago swept through his mind; those with problems, rarely accept that they need help.
"I think that's admirable." The redheaded girl praised as she laid down her fork. "Would you expect people to make appointments for your time?"
"Not really. I'm working on getting an office next to my room made up for this, so people can just knock on my door. If I'm in, I'll help. I think people might become anxious if I make it like a doctor's appointment. Not to mention, some people might not want it made public knowledge that they are receiving counselling. I can be as confidential as people want." Of course that could end up clashing with his training and the necessity for him to learn all the course material, but if he could actually make it so that he did a fantastic job at this. Then maybe Ozpin would be willing to cut down on the number of lessons he was meant to support.
It was a risk, but this could actually end up with him not having to learn quite so much material.
"Sounds like hard work." Ren acknowledged with a small nod. "Speaking of, if you'll forgive the insinuation, you look like you've been fighting an Ursa."
"Yeah, I didn't want to be rude…" Pyrrha trailed off with a gentle smile.
"I was sparring with someone." Jaune offered simply. "You always need to keep training, no matter where you are. It got a little out of hand, but no one was hurt."
Except my dignity…
"And they did this much damage to you? They must be quite the fighter." The redhead probed as she looked at the faint bruising along the side of Jaune's neck. Thanks to his aura it was already beginning to heal.
"It was hand-to-hand combat, so we got quite physical. She's a lot better at it than I am." He tried to deflect.
"She?" Nora queried with a leer, making him curse internally.
"She's an old friend who dropped by. If you'll excuse me though, I have some grading to manage. Feel free to knock on my door if you need any support however."
Perfect escape! And they don't suspect a thing…
~~~~~Professor Arc~~~~~
Pyrrha watched the young man walk away, an awkward silence settling over their table as he did so.
"You think I shouldn't have asked about the girl?" Nora questioned in a rare moment of seriousness. Her expression was as bubbly as ever, but Pyrrha imagined she could actually see a small amount of disappointment in her eyes.
"An old friend might be a fellow survivor of the Academy he was at previously." Their leader pointed out calmly. "I don't think he was offended though, so don't worry Nora."
Pyrrha felt a small frown come over her features as she recalled his story to her and Weiss about the Vacuo Academy for the Gifted. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like to lose so many people, especially at such a young age.
"This was your first time meeting him though Velvet, what did you think of him?" The usually quiet boy asked of their faunus teammate. Usually quiet as he was, Ren had almost been forced to become more vocal after having the leadership position placed on his shoulders.
And a burden it was, as far as Pyrrha could tell. Ren seemed to be the kind of person who wanted to fade into the background, and instead he was forced to try and act as mediator between the four of them.
"He seemed alright." The brown-haired faunus replied distractedly. Making Pyrrha sigh morosely. When she had first come to Beacon, gaining a partner had been the one thing she had looked forward to more than anything else. Of course she'd been worried that she might end up with a fan, but had still put that aside – knowing whoever her partner was, they would become close.
And then she had gotten Velvet Scarlatina…
She was friendly, polite, skilled, nice… and already had someone she considered her partner. No room for Pyrrha Nikos as far as she was concerned.
With Ren and Nora having their own little thing… whatever that thing was. And Velvet constantly hanging around with her old teammates at every available opportunity… it didn't leave Pyrrha with anyone to bond with at all.
Beacon hadn't become everything she had hoped for. In the end, it was no different to Mistral.
I wish someone like Jaune could have become my partner… She echoed in her mind, remembering words she had whispered when they had first met. Upon hearing about him becoming the student counsellor she had thought about going to see him. Someone who could help people fitting in, who were having troubles settling into Beacon? She didn't think that description fit anyone in the school better than it did her.
The question was more along the lines of did she dare do it? Going to see a counsellor was akin to admitting your weaknesses, and while she was mature enough to know she had them… it made her feel too much like a patient. Someone who needed help.
Could it really hurt though, just to talk with him?
~~~~~Professor Arc~~~~~
It was three hours later when the redhead had finally mustered the courage to be standing before the door to his rooms. With the fact it was past seven at night she already felt more than a little nervous to be a young woman standing outside the doors to a teacher's bedroom… oh how they would speak if they saw this…
No, be brave girl. She urged in her mind, before throwing caution to the wind and rapping on the door with her fist. She had crossed the line now, and there was no going back.
The door opened a few moments later, the young blonde man that she had been thinking of standing before her in more casual attire than he usually wore. Little more than jeans with a simple dark navy hoodie.
"Pyrrha?" He questioned in surprise, drawing a small blush from her at using her name so casually. Now if someone saw them they really would talk!
"Hello Professor…" She greeted back nervously. "You said if we needed help…" She trailed off uselessly, unsure what to say, but he seemed to understand her point. Stepping aside and motioning for her to come in.
She took a deep breath as she stepped past the threshold, letting her eyes roam over the room. To her relief there was no bed, or anything too personal. It just looked like a small apartment, with a living area and a kitchen. She did jump however, when the door clicked shut behind her.
"I didn't expect to receive anyone so soon, to be honest I'm a little unprepared…" The Professor trailed off, making her feel even more embarrassed. Sure he had said he was to become counsellor, but clearly it wasn't official yet.
"I can go Professor." She offered a little miserably, before he waved his hands.
"No, no. Don't." He offered her a smile as he led her to the seats around the table and pushed her down into one. "No time like the present, besides at least we've met before. And please for the love of God call me Jaune. I'm not that much older than you."
Pyrrha couldn't help but giggle at the aggrieved look on his face as he slipped into the kitchenette area and poured the two of them some cordial.
"Thank you Jaune." She accepted the glass and took a sip, hoping to grant herself some fortitude. "Honestly I'm not sure what to say here…"
"I think you just say whatever you want." The older man grinned. "Anything you're feeling, best to just get it out, the worst that can happen is that I don't know how to help you. Best case scenario, we fix it and you feel happy. Sounds like it's worth the risk to me."
Fix it and make her happy? It did sound like it was worth the risk when he put it like that.
"I'm not fitting in with my team." She let out in a single blast of air, making sure to keep her green eyes locked on her glass. She didn't want to see his sympathy, or his pity.
"Really?" He sounded surprised, she supposed he was. They looked perfectly fine. "What's the problem?"
She explained the situation as best she could. The history behind Velvet and how the other girl was always taking every chance she had to be with her old team, leaving Pyrrha to sit alone while Ren and Nora chatted away. She even told him about the reasons she had left Mistral in the first place, to escape her fame from the competitions there.
To her surprise he hadn't even known.
"It's not like there was much television to watch when the school went down. I had too much to do other than watch young hunters in training fight one another."
She liked that he didn't know, and that apparently compared to the dangers he had faced – her achievements were relatively worthless.
"Well…" He offered, once she had run out of steam and was sat before him, breathing heavily. To her surprise she found herself relaxing despite the emotional turmoil. It was… nice… to just get it all out.
"I think I can understand your problem then. Ren and Nora have too much history, as does Velvet. She's definitely being unfair to you, but at the same time she's probably terrified that her old team will leave her behind." Pyrrha nodded to show she understood, having long ago resigned herself to not actually being angry towards Velvet. The young faunus was never cruel intentionally, and was it really so wrong that she loved her original team?
"What about Weiss? You're friends with her aren't you?"
"Weiss… is quite enamoured with the fame behind my name… it's how we first met. She was a spectator at a tournament, and her father paid for her to meet me once I won." Left unsaid was the fact that Pyrrha had been polite and receptive to the girl. Her sponsors demanded she be. But she still felt guilty at the fact that her attitude towards Weiss had been nothing short of fake.
"Really? Isn't she pretty famous herself though?"
"She's the heiress to the Schnee fortune and business. I suppose she is quite famous." At least as famous as the child of a wealthy person could be. Weiss had complained to her before that her reputation was often based on what her father had, with few being willing to actually learn anything about her.
"Maybe she wants to be your friend because she feels you can be an equal? Like you not caring about her fame, and she won't care about yours."
Pyrrha considered the words, wondering if that might be the case. It wasn't an angle she had considered before, instead believing that Weiss wanted to be her friend to further increase her standing and reputation… was Pyrrha judging her based on her father's reputation too?
"Maybe…" It was definitely something to think on.
"Actually, I might know someone else you could chat with too. She's a little shy but really wants to make friends." He sounded quite pleased as he spoke, and despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a small thrill of excitement. "Now that I think of it, she feels pretty left out because she was so good as she was accepted into Beacon two years early. Maybe the two of you could relate on that front."
"The leader of team RWBY?" Pyrrha queried, remembering fighting alongside the small red girl briefly. She had been friendly enough, though the situation hadn't allowed for much in the way of socialising. Still, the idea that the girl had been promoted early was interesting.
"Yeah, Ruby. And if you're worried about her becoming obsessed over you, you might as well not. But she might go a bit crazy over your weapons." He leaned forward with a smile, as though whispering something secret to her. "She's a bit of a weapons-nut."
"I think I'd like to meet her." Pyrrha giggled, before jumping slightly as a loud thumping noise came from one of the other rooms. "What was that?" She asked. The blonde across from her startled slightly, but waved her concern away.
"Don't worry, I left my sword balanced on my bed, I think it fell off." He explained with an easy laugh. "Anyway, I can introduce you to Ruby tomorrow. It might even help for team RVNN to make friends of team RWBY."
"I suppose it couldn't hurt." Pyrrha agreed, feeling some of her old confidence return to her. Maybe the reason she didn't have any friends was because she was so focused on it having to be Velvet. If Velvet could be best friends with another team, then couldn't she as well? "Pr- Erm, Jaune… can I ask you what it was like for you when you started out?"
"Me?" The man questioned, looking more than a little uncertain. He fiddled with his hands for a moment, no doubt recalling memories he had sealed away long ago. There was no telling what he had gone through, the things he had seen.
"Just things like… did you get on with your team?"
"Oh well… er… At first it was difficult. They were all very different… and I didn't feel like I fit in." He sounded nervous at first, but began to pick up confidence as he no doubt recalled those times. "One was filled with hot air… he liked to boast and tell wild stories, but was always jovial. Some people called him simple, but I think he was more cunning than others let on." Pyrrha closed her eyes as she tried to imagine the people he described, simply enjoying the sound of his voice.
"Another was strict and stern, a real disciplinarian. I think everyone else was afraid of her, but I could never really tell why. She was always willing to help out in her own way… but it was always by being efficient, not really by talking. Just… if something needed to be organised, she would do it, faster and better than you ever could. Then act surprised when you thanked her. Like she couldn't believe you would take the time to appreciate the effort she was putting in…"
"The last was a little crazy, hyper-active almost. He liked to learn things, anything, and hated ignorance more than anything else. He always acted like there was never enough time in the world, so you had to make the most of it instantly. He also hated injustice, especially prejudice."
He went silent after that, and she didn't probe any further. Already imagining what the team might have been like. Such different people, it almost made her think of her own team. The silent and enigmatic Ren, the boisterous and chatty Nora, and the polite, yet distant Velvet.
"They sound like great people." She offered simply.
"They ar-were." He replied back, scratching the back of his head nervously. Pyrrha took a deep breath, before climbing to her feet and smiling. Nothing had really changed from coming here, but she still felt a lot better. She had a plan for the coming days, and if nothing else it felt nice to just talk to him like a friend anyway.
"I think I should go, thank you for helping me Jaune."
He rose before her, his face looking confused in a way that almost made her blush. He really was handsome, and caring too. Taking the time to just sit with her and help with her problems.
"I'm not sure what I did to help…" He offered, but she simply smiled wider at him.
"You helped me anyway, I… I enjoyed talking with you." Her face flushed as she forced those words out, but she still remained looking at him as he smiled.
"After Oobleck's history class tomorrow stay behind, I'll introduce you to Ruby. I think you'll get on great."
"I will." Pyrrha promised as she let herself out the door, knowing that the next day would be easier than the last had been. Even if she didn't get along with Ruby, she could always talk with Weiss.
Or maybe Jaune again…
That would be nice…
~~~~~Professor Arc~~~~~
Jaune sighed in relief as the redhead left his rooms, allowing him a moment to slouch back in relief. Somehow he'd managed to fumble his way through that one, despite having failed to open a single of the psychology books he had purchased the other day. What a relief!
I can't say I expected Pyrrha to be the first one to come here though… I really expected it to be Velvet.
Which just went to show how much the plan couldn't survive contact with the enemy and all that. And speaking of the enemy! Neo…
With a sigh he made his way towards his bedroom, keen on explaining some ground rules to the silent little sociopath. Really, for a mute girl she sure could make a loud thump when he was talking with people outside. With a single shove he pushed the door open and stepped inside
"Look N-" He paused, eyes wide.
Lacking was the pink, brown and cream hair and pale little body. Instead was blonde and black, staring back just as nervously. The blonde had her hands deep in one of his drawers, while the black haired one was crouched by one of the shelves near his bed.
"This isn't what it looks like!" Yang shouted out, still elbow deep in his underwear drawer. Her hands came out with a mighty pull, spilling boxers and socks across the floor as she sat back on her rear, lilac eyes wide. Dangling on the end of her nose was a single lacy pair of girl's underwear. The pink and brown embroidery on the cream garment made Jaune's eye twitch dangerously.
Somehow this is all your fault Neo…
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