Yang then rushed at Roman and Neo her first ready, she punched and everything broke like glass, as they looked up too see an helicopter.
Oscar just spoke with kinda a deadpan face. "Neo semblance is a pain in the ass".
Roman looked down form the Helicopter as he spoke. "Unthil we meet again meddling kids".
As the Helicopter flyed away, as Weiss then spoke. "Did he just call us Meddling Kid's".
Oscar shook his head, watching the helicopter disappear into the distance. "Yeah, he did. Typical Roman. Can't be bothered to say anything original, huh?"
Blake smirked, her ears twitching slightly as she observed the retreating figure of Roman. "Meddling kids? Really? He's still holding on to that 'villain' act like it's working for him."
Yang, fuming but trying to keep her cool, let out an exasperated sigh. "That guy always manages to get away at the last minute. I'm so sick of it." She cracked her knuckles, still clearly ready to go after him.
Weiss crossed her arms, a hint of frustration in her voice. "Roman always seems to be one step ahead of us, doesn't he? We've barely scratched the surface of what he's planning."
Oscar ran a hand through his hair, staring off at the sky where the helicopter had disappeared. "And I'm sure he's got something else up his sleeve. I'd bet everything I have on it."
Ruby, ever the optimist, put a hand on Oscar's shoulder. "We'll catch him. No matter how far he runs, we'll always find him. It's what we do."
Oscar gave her a half-smile, though there was a noticeable weight behind his eyes. "Let's hope you're right. For all our sakes."
Blake's voice interrupted the silence, softer but firm. "So, what's the plan now? We can't just let him go without some kind of backup."
Oscar looked at her, his mind already working through possible moves. "We have to regroup. The police can only do so much without Roman slipping away again, and we can't just chase him every time he pulls a stunt like this. We need to find a way to hit him where it hurts—take out his operations and his allies before he has the chance to pull anything else."
Yang grunted, clearly irritated. "We should've been more prepared. If we'd only caught up with him sooner..."
Oscar raised a hand, cutting her off. "It's not your fault. Roman is good at staying hidden, and his connections are just as deep as his tricks. We have to be patient—and smart. We won't let him get away next time."
Ruby nodded enthusiastically. "So, we keep pushing forward, right? We find his next hideout, and this time, we'll be ready."
Weiss added with determination in her voice, "Right. We'll need a plan, though. A real one, not just running in blind like we did today."
Oscar looked over at her, a slight grin tugging at his lips. "Agreed. We'll make sure everything's in place. But I'll admit, I like the idea of catching him off guard."
Blake's gaze shifted back to the sky one last time, the flicker of Roman's helicopter still haunting her thoughts. "Let's just make sure we're ready when it counts. This isn't over."
Oscar let out a long breath, nodding in agreement. "Not by a long shot."
As the group turned to head back, there was a quiet resolve among them. They knew Roman was still out there, still pulling the strings from behind the scenes. But with each battle, with each encounter, they were getting closer to uncovering his endgame.
And this time, they would be ready.
In a different place Roman and his group was taking a deep breath as they heard the clicking of heals as they saw Cinder.
Cinder looked at as she spoke. "Lost too the smas kids again".
Roman rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Oh you try them".
Cinder looked as she spoke. "I would but I don't want too blow my cover".
Next too cinder was a few people, a young woman with medium-brown skin and dark-red eyes. Her hair is a light, mint-green with a straight fringe and bangs as well as two long locks on each side in the back, She wears two bronze-colored rings on her middle fingers as well as a pair of strappy high-heeled pumps.
[Insert Image or Emerald]
Next to her was a pale, young man with gray eyes and gray hair, partially slicked back while unkempt at the front. The World of RWBY: The Official Companion describes Mercury as a "skinny guy" and is stated to be in the age range of a Huntsman Academy student.
He has prosthetic legs that attach part-way up his thighs. These legs are usually hidden from view due to him wearing pants and a pair of shoes. Mercury possesses an athletic yet slim physique measuring 178cm tall (5'10")
[Insert Image of Mercury]
Next to them was another girl she has black hair, holding a Sheathed Katana, leggings, black boots, she has black hair and hee bang covers her right eyes, as she has brown eyes she was wearing hard armour around here waste with a combat skirt.
Cinder looked as she spoke. "I would but that will blow my cover as a teacher in Beacon and there Cover as student's".
Roman took a deep breath, exhaling with frustration. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. You wanna play it safe, keep your cover. But honestly, Cinder, we can't keep running from them. They're getting too close, too fast. If we don't act soon, they're going to tear everything we've been building down."
Cinder smiled slightly, her gaze unwavering. "I don't plan on hiding forever, Roman. I've been playing this game for much longer than you think. We just need to make sure the timing is right."
Emerald, the mint-green-haired woman standing by Cinder, crossed her arms and sighed, looking between Cinder and Roman. "Is there even a 'right' time anymore? It feels like we're always one step behind them. Maybe we should just take the fight to them directly."
Mercury, leaning casually against the wall, looked up with a smirk. "I think I can handle a few of those meddling kids myself. No need for a big scheme, just a few broken bones and we're done."
Cinder turned her sharp eyes toward Mercury. "Don't get too cocky, Mercury. We need them alive. For now, at least."
The other girl, silent until now, shifted slightly as she adjusted her grip on the katana. Her eyes were cold and calculating, like someone who had seen too much of the world's darker side. "Mercury's right. We can't keep dodging them forever. We should go on the offense and finish what we started."
Cinder's smile widened just a little, but there was an edge to it. "Patience. We'll move when the time is right. In the meantime, we need to make sure our next steps don't attract too much attention."
Roman raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you enjoy the waiting part more than the actual plan. But if you think it'll work, I'm not going to argue."
Emerald took a step forward, her eyes narrowing. "You always say that, Roman. But how much longer are we supposed to keep waiting? How much longer before those 'smas kids' come crashing through our doors again?"
Cinder shot Emerald a glance, and the younger woman instantly fell silent, sensing the tension. "Patience, Emerald. Patience wins the war, not haste."
The girl with the katana—who had been observing quietly—spoke up, her voice as cold as her eyes. "If you want to play the long game, Cinder, you need to stop underestimating the kids. They've got too many tricks up their sleeves now."
Cinder's eyes hardened as she turned to face the group. "None of you are wrong. But this isn't about underestimating them. It's about timing. And once we strike, there will be no turning back."
Roman looked at her, his expression darkening. "You better make sure we're ready when that moment comes."
Cinder nodded slowly, her lips curling into a thin smile. "Oh, we will be. The stage is almost set."
Roman took a deep breath, exhaling with frustration. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. You wanna play it safe, keep your cover. But honestly, Cinder, we can't keep running from them. They're getting too close, too fast. If we don't act soon, they're going to tear everything we've been building down."
Cinder smiled slightly, her gaze unwavering. "I don't plan on hiding forever, Roman. I've been playing this game for much longer than you think. We just need to make sure the timing is right."
Emerald, the mint-green-haired woman standing by Cinder, crossed her arms and sighed, looking between Cinder and Roman. "Is there even a 'right' time anymore? It feels like we're always one step behind them. Maybe we should just take the fight to them directly."
Mercury, leaning casually against the wall, looked up with a smirk. "I think I can handle a few of those meddling kids myself. No need for a big scheme, just a few broken bones and we're done."
Cinder turned her sharp eyes toward Mercury. "Don't get too cocky, Mercury. We need them alive. For now, at least."
The other girl, silent until now, shifted slightly as she adjusted her grip on the katana. Her eyes were cold and calculating, like someone who had seen too much of the world's darker side. "Mercury's right. We can't keep dodging them forever. We should go on the offense and finish what we started."
Cinder's smile widened just a little, but there was an edge to it. "Patience. We'll move when the time is right. In the meantime, we need to make sure our next steps don't attract too much attention."
Roman raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you enjoy the waiting part more than the actual plan. But if you think it'll work, I'm not going to argue."
Emerald took a step forward, her eyes narrowing. "You always say that, Roman. But how much longer are we supposed to keep waiting? How much longer before those 'smas kids' come crashing through our doors again?"
Cinder shot Emerald a glance, and the younger woman instantly fell silent, sensing the tension. "Patience, Emerald. Patience wins the war, not haste."
The girl with the katana—who had been observing quietly—spoke up, her voice as cold as her eyes. "If you want to play the long game, Cinder, you need to stop underestimating the kids. They've got too many tricks up their sleeves now."
Cinder's eyes hardened as she turned to face the group. "None of you are wrong. But this isn't about underestimating them. It's about timing. And once we strike, there will be no turning back."
Roman looked at her, his expression darkening. "You better make sure we're ready when that moment comes."
Cinder nodded slowly, her lips curling into a thin smile. "Oh, we will be. The stage is almost set."
Katana girl looker at Cinder as she spoke. "So does anyone actually suspect you".
Cinder looker back at trh Katana girl as she spoke. "Are you doubting me Pele"
Pele roller her eyes, as she was still holding her Katana. "Nah, just wondering, is Neo even ok enough too be our fake 4th team member tomorrow".
Cinder's eyes narrowed slightly, the hint of a smile still on her lips. "Neo will be fine. She always pulls through when it matters. But she will be the one to decide if she's ready for tomorrow."
Pele's grip tightened on the hilt of her katana, her stance slightly defensive. "I hope you're right. The last thing we need is her slowing us down. We've already got enough attention on us as it is."
Mercury leaned in, casually tossing a small knife between his hands. "Neo's tough. Don't worry about her. She's one of the best at what she does. We need to focus on the bigger picture, like keeping that little Beacon team off our backs."
Cinder looked over at Roman, who had been quietly observing the conversation. "Roman, you'll keep an eye on the situation with the kids. Don't let them get too comfortable thinking we've backed off."
Roman nodded slowly, his gaze sharp. "Yeah, I got it. I'll make sure they know we're still around, just in case they think they've won."
Emerald stepped forward, her voice filled with a sense of urgency. "But what if they make a move first? If they're onto us, they'll come at us hard. I'd rather be the ones making the first strike, not playing defense."
Cinder raised a hand, silencing the group. "I've been dealing with this longer than any of you. I'll decide when we act. We're not going to rush into anything. We move when everything aligns, and not a moment sooner."
Pele sighed, still skeptical, but said nothing further. Mercury flicked the knife up and caught it again, his eyes scanning the room.
"Fine. But if we end up in a fight tomorrow, just don't expect me to hold back," Mercury added with a smirk.
Cinder's gaze softened for a moment, almost as if appreciating their determination, before she spoke again. "No one will be holding back. But remember, this isn't just about fighting. It's about making them believe we're harmless… until we're not."
Emerald looked at Cinder, uncertainty still in her eyes. "And when will that be?"
"Very soon," Cinder replied cryptically, her eyes gleaming with an almost dangerous anticipation. "Very soon indeed."
Cinder then spoke looking at the group. "After all mainh a mistake is costly". . . .
Cinder close her eyes as she spoke, as she was holding a dust. "After all making a mistake is costly".
The context was different, it was the morning sun, as it was in Beacon as Cinder was in her class holding a Dust and Fusion dust as she looked at the second years of Beacon, as she continue. "Especially with these new Fusion Dust that came to the market".
Cinder stood in front of the class at Beacon, a faint, almost unnoticeable smile curling her lips as she held a small vial of Fusion Dust between her fingers. The sunlight streamed in from the large windows, casting a warm glow across the room. The students, mostly second-years, were seated at their desks, their attention drawn to her as she began speaking.
"Now," Cinder's voice echoed softly across the room, smooth but laced with authority. "This is the latest in the dust market. Fusion Dust—a remarkable combination of multiple elemental properties into one, making it far more volatile and potent than your average Dust."
She twirled the vial carefully, watching the students' intrigued expressions. "However, just like in combat, handling such a delicate substance requires control. One wrong move, one wrong mixture, and things can go horribly wrong."
A few students exchanged nervous glances, unsure whether her words were a warning or a challenge.
"Making a mistake is costly," Cinder continued, her tone darkening slightly. "And with this new form of Dust, it could be a lot more than just a few damaged buildings or a failed experiment."
She placed the vial on the table in front of her, and then, with a fluid motion, she activated her semblance. The vial shimmered and floated before her as she directed the dust toward a nearby empty beaker. The Fusion Dust combined in a swirl of colors—fire, ice, and electricity flashing in the air, making the students' eyes widen with awe and wariness.
"For example," she said, her voice growing quieter, almost conspiratorial, "I'm sure none of you want to be the first to test its limits." She shot them a cold smile. "But then again, sometimes testing the limits is necessary. Don't you think?"
There was a brief pause, as the class absorbed her words. The atmosphere was tense, charged with both curiosity and unease.
Cinder's gaze swept across the room, lingering on the students who seemed to hesitate the most. She knew exactly how to play them—the balance of power and intimidation was her specialty. "This is what you'll be dealing with in the real world. Combat doesn't give you second chances. Neither does handling volatile Dust."
Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the threat underlying her words clear, even though her tone remained smooth and controlled. "So, for those of you who have doubts about your abilities—"
She allowed the sentence to hang in the air, and several students stiffened, unsure whether they should speak up or remain silent.
Cinder's lips curled into a small, almost affectionate smile. "I suggest you work harder, because when mistakes happen, there's no going back. And in this world, no one will come to save you."
As the lesson continued, Cinder's mind was already thinking beyond the classroom, her thoughts returning to her own goals. She was patient, waiting for the right moment to strike, just as she had taught her students about the dangers of rushing into things. This was a game of manipulation and power, and every little detail mattered.
Her eyes gleamed for a second as she observed the students, wondering how many of them realized that her lesson wasn't just about Dust—it was about control. Control over everything.
Pele was in the back with Mercury and Emerald as she spoken. "The way she can just switch is kinda scary".
Mercury, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, smirked at Pele's comment. "Yeah, that's Cinder for you. She's always got something up her sleeve, no matter how calm or collected she looks."
Emerald, sitting a little straighter in her seat, seemed to share a similar sentiment. "You never really know what she's thinking. One minute she's playing the role of the calm teacher, and the next, she's showing us the real stakes."
Pele let out a sigh, twirling her katana idly as she spoke, her eyes still on Cinder at the front. "I know, right? She's like a storm in a bottle, always waiting for the right moment to explode." She shook her head, her expression a mix of awe and wariness. "I just hope we don't end up being caught in that explosion."
Mercury chuckled darkly, looking at her from the corner of his eye. "You think too much. Cinder's not stupid. She knows what she's doing. We're here to support her, not get in her way."
Emerald glanced at Mercury, her lips curling into a small, faint smile. "Exactly. We just have to follow her lead. When she gives the word, we act. And when she's teaching, we keep our heads down and learn."
Pele's gaze narrowed slightly, still a bit skeptical. "Sure, but there's something unsettling about the way she operates. It's like we're just pawns in her game, and one wrong move could have consequences." She met Mercury's eyes. "Even when she's 'teaching,' I can't shake the feeling that she's manipulating us, like we're just a means to an end."
Mercury's smirk faltered for just a second, his posture straightening a little. "Maybe, but the way I see it, everyone's in the game, whether they know it or not. If we're pawns, we make sure we're the ones controlling the board."
Emerald nodded in agreement. "Exactly. As long as we keep our purpose clear, we won't be left in the dust."
Pele sighed, twirling her katana again, clearly still uncertain but unwilling to voice her concerns further. "I guess you're right. But something about the way she switches from mentor to threat, like a flick of a switch... it's just too much sometimes."
Cinder, having sensed the quiet conversation from the back, didn't acknowledge them, but a slight smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. She could feel the dynamics of her group shifting, but it was exactly as she intended. Every person in the room had a role to play—even if they didn't fully understand it yet.
She continued her lecture, eyes flickering briefly to the back of the room where Mercury, Emerald, and Pele sat, her thoughts turning inward once again. She was always a few steps ahead, and as much as her subordinates could learn from her, she knew that they also had their own lessons to grasp. She wasn't just teaching them about Dust; she was teaching them about control, strategy, and survival.
For now, though, the lesson continued.
To be continued
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