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this one's for the night owls

WHO: Weiss and anyone else who isn't sleeping that night.
WHAT: Thwarting a robbery, rekindling an old hobby.
WHEN: Around 2am.
WHERE: Nova City Museum.
WARNINGS: Fighting, feelings, piano? Also it's really long.

[ It'd been a while since Weiss had really had much in the way of.. well, action. Besides training, anyway. It felt like lately things had been surprisingly quiet in Nova City beyond verbal threats. Those never ended.

Which was something of a relief for Weiss. Most of the city was taken care of between the city's robotic police force, the deputy guardians, and the bounty hunters. But it didn't solve Weiss's insomnia. It'd been a long while since she'd really felt she could sleep.

It seems it was just as well. As Weiss turned the desolate, quiet street corner the sound of rustling clothes and jangling followed by the sudden sound of glass alerted her. A robbery. Weiss sighed and pulled out her phone, sending a quick message to all of her deputies in a whispered voice. ]

You guys aren't going to believe this, but someone actually is tacky enough to try to rob the museum. It looks like two people, normally armed. I don't think it's anything I can't handle, I'm going in.

[ She didn't wait for responses. She didn't wait for the inevitable offer of backup or support. She was up at 2am, fully dressed, and a fight.. one she thought she could win, that would feel good. The cool and crisp night air was sharp in her lungs as she took a deep breath before slowly walking up behind the two. The first one who saw her gasped and hit the other one in the arm, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh crap, I thought she was a ghost for a second-"

"You dumbass, that's the City Guardian!"

"Oh. Oh!"

Great. A couple of idiots. Weiss's lids lowered slightly. ]

You two know I can hear you, don't you? Robbing a museum, really?

[ "Sh-Shut up, little girl. Keep walking before we've-- hey!"

His partner apparently had already decided that they weren't goign to get out of this by talking, instead running at Weiss and firing his glock at her. Weiss blocked the shots with a glyph, then quickly slid forward to jab Myrtenaster's pommel into his stomach. The glock fell to the ground, but the other man laughed at that, then pulled out a pair of elongated hammers that he'd apparently been hiding in his coat. A couple of quick swings sent some sort of red energy beams flying and Weiss. A backflip got her out of the way of the first one, the second one sending her flying about ten feet back, hitting the ground once before landing on her feet. The man swung his left hammer a couple of times.

"Guess they were right about you not being as tough as a Guardian ought to be. Here, bro."

The man reached behind him and tossed another weapon to his brother. It looked like the hilt of a knife or sword, quickly revealing itself to be a laser-based machete when the brother turned it on. Right. Okay. Weiss eyed the glass front wall of the museum, trying to figure out the best plan of attack without breaking the museum wall. Both of the brothers came at her at the same time before she could decide, Weiss deflecting their blows one at a time in a pirouette-esque turn. Her blow was blocked just the same by the hammers, then the machete came and she quickly pushed the hammers back, blocking the machete and letting it slide down Myrtenaster before ducking below and turning it over. The blows were deflected back and forth for a short period before a huge pillar of ice shot the hammer man into the air, pinning him against the building next door. This was followed by a series of blasts from the other brother.

The machete was also a gun. Of course it was. Weiss ran up the pillar of ice to jump to the roof of the building the hammer man was now pinned to. Mr. Machete followed, running surprisingly well up a pillar of ice. Weiss flipped over him and back onto the pillar, using a quick blast of fire dust to melt the ice, the pillar breaking under the weight of the other man and causing them both to drop down to the ground again.He falls on his ass, the very last section of the ice still keeping the other man pinned to the building. Mr. Machete stands up, brushing ice off of his ass and then looking around, then firing at the glass that was now behind Weiss. The front of the museum was an entire wall of glass, so that was all reigning down on her right now. Weiss reached up to cover her eyes and he charged when she did that, charging hard enough to push her back and just as he hit her, firing the blaster-machete with a large pulse enough to explode her back through another wall in the museum. It turned out these two weren't as easy as she had initially thought.. She shook it off. Her head was a little woozy from getting blasted through a wall. While she was reorienting herself the brothers had gotten themselves back up and were now cornering her with sick grins. They obviously thought they were going to win. Weiss narrowed her eyes at that and held her sword in front of her. She was just getting started.

A series of glyphs appeared in the air behind the two and Weiss ran full speed at them before breaking into a glide and slamming back and forth between the glyphs at top speed, slashing through either of them one after the other. Skilled they may be, but they definitely didn't have auras. The injuries were enough to knock them both down. One of them was out, the other one was reaching for the fallen glock again. Weiss stepped on the gun with her heel. ]

You're going to have to do better than a little glass if you want to get a scratch on me. I've been tougher than that for a while. Now hold still.

[ Whether he did or not was irrelevant. Weiss kicked their weapons away and within seconds there was a domed cage of ice surrounding the both of them, spiked ice making it virtually impossible for them to stand up. With those two taken care of and the police robots likely on their way after being alerted by the museum's alarms, Weiss turned her gaze back toward the museum, taking steps forward toward the broken wall to see the full extent of the damage. It looked like the wall took most of the damage. There was a broken china piece or two of some kind, but what really caught Weiss's eye was the piano in the middle of the room.

Her breath was almost taken away by the sight. How curious, something like that just sitting here in a museum. Weiss took a few steps toward it. The exhibit was on some famous musician. She probably.. shouldn't. But she missed it. She couldn't sing anymore, part of her had tried to reject music altogether just because every time she heard it she wanted to let her voice ring out and it wouldn't anymore. But flashes of her childhood reminded her just how much she enjoyed practicing when she was a child, before she'd realized that it would never be enough. That it was nothing more than part of her father's puzzle. But back then, she'd enjoyed it.

The keys felt old as she brushed her fingers over them. Cool, smooth, but there was obvious dust. They hadn't been cared for like they should've. Her fingers dragged over the keys lightly, the vague 'thunk' of the keys not being pressed hard enough to strike the chords within being the only sound until she finally hit a high note at the end of the keys.

Her eyes glanced back to the bloodied ice in the museum's lobby. A brief moment away from the violence, away from her job wouldn't hurt. Weiss carefully, slowly sat down on the old, hardwood piano bench. The smell was familiar. Even in Nova City, where everything smelled like metal and the crisp smokeless flame of beams and technology, the traditional smell of a piano sent her remembering back before she'd realized that she wasn't enough. Back when she'd just accepted all of that praise as if she'd earned it back then, before she realized it wasn't because of her own efforts but her father's name. A more peaceful time.

Weiss keyed a few measures of a song she'd heard on the radio. It takes her a few tries to get some of the notes right. It's been so long since she played.. but after about a minute of trying she seems to figure it out, then changes songs to something she'd played long, long ago as a child. They weren't wrong about her being a prodigy at many things. It just hadn't been enough. It still wasn't. It might never be, and back home she might be stuck knowing that. As she plays through the song, part of her wonders if that's why she hasn't given up here. Because if she keeps fighting, if she keeps trying, it'll keep her away from going home to her father.

Her fingers play as if she hadn't stopped playing for years after the first two minutes of the song, muscle memory kicking in almost immediately. The piano can be heard out on the street, but Weiss doesn't care. The world can stand still in this moment, and she can just get lost in the music. After those two minutes, her head had started to clear and she started to just concentrate on the song instead of her own insecurities and traumas. It was probably the best she'd really felt in a long time.

When she hits the last note of the song, she just goes back and forth between the second to last note a couple of times as if she doesn't want the song to actually end, but knows it has to. ]

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[If there's anyone awake at night, it's most certainly the man who owns a nightclub. Especially when that nightclub has special hours starting at 2 AM, which makes it almost a requirement for him to be there. Gale had been making his way to After Life when he had noticed sudden movement from the robotic officers on the HUD of his mask and making their way to a specific area. He couldn't help but become intrigued, and knowing his club would still be in good hands until he got there, he decided to follow the robots to their destination.

He'd hurried after the officers to their destination, but he would soon come to a stop when he heard that melody reach his ears. He only stood there to listen for a few moments, then briefly glancing around the area to take in the sight. Two guys in an icy cage and a hole in a museum wall? Yeah, looked like a thwarted robbery. But he was more interested in the music coming from inside the museum, letting the melody lure him to the wall. Upon seeing that it was Weiss, he leaned against the crumbling wall with arms folded, only standing there and listening to her song. It wouldn't be until she had finished that he spoke up.]

Of all the cities in Genessia to have a lovely haunting melody in the night, I didn't expect it to be Nova.

[He smirks a bit.]

Sorry, this isn't a restricted area this time, is it?

[ Weiss quickly turned her head to glance back at Gale, almost seeming like she hadn't quite realized that he was there. She stares at him for a brief moment as if she's going over his words again in her head- like she'd heard them but hadn't listened to them and needed to review before answering. ]

It's not. Crime fully witnessed and thwarted. Unfortunately this pair of morons resisted arrest before I even told them they were being arrested. [ A beat. ] The security cameras will back me up.

Glad to hear it. I wouldn't have wanted to lose my shiny new license already.

[She didn't need to point out to him of all people that the surveillance cameras would back her up. He sure wasn't about to call her out on anything to make her prove it. He glanced towards the two schmucks in their frozen prisons, earning a quiet chuckle out of Gale.]

Well, looks like they're gonna chill for a while. Way to put 'em on ice.

[Because anytime is pun time. He turned his attention back to Weiss. It wasn't really difficult to tell she wasn't all there, but he's not one to pry into personal business, so he wasn't going to ask if anything was wrong.]

Aside from bein' a badass, what's got you out this late? Or do you have a sixth sense for crime that you never told anyone about?

I plan on putting a picture of the first person who does up in the main office with a "Moron of the Year" banner above their head. It's truly not that difficult not to screw up.

[ She hasn't really been "all there" in a long time. Nostalgia just made it more obvious than normal. ]

I don't really sleep much lately. Most of the crime happens at night. I solved two birds with one stone by moving more of my patrols to night than day.

Ohhh, geez, harsh. Note to self, make sure I'm not the one immortalized for that. If I go down in infamy for anything, I don't want it to be as a moron.

[He played up being a moron sometimes, but that was solely for fun.]

Huh. I kinda wondered if any of you lot from the Guardian's place came out at night. I should've known you of all people would think that far ahead.

[He lifted his mask from his face and gave his shoulders a loose shrug.]

I'd invite ya for a drink or somethin' at my club sometime if you ever got too restless, but I dunno if that'd really be your kinda scene to take even a short break in.

[ She rolls her eyes at that. ]

The city doesn't stop needing protecting just because the sun went down. It'd amaze me that more people haven't gotten hurt in the past if that wasn't the case.

[ Weiss watches him take his mask off, putting a hand on her hip before heading further out, back toward the ice-covered criminals. ]

Maybe one of these days. I don't like to drink too much though. I try to save it for special occasions personally.

[He shrugs again, suppressing a smirk at her eye roll.]

Shame things weren't that convenient. But at least this place doesn't seem nearly as bad as Everglade. I feel bad for that Guardian.

[He was, however, a little surprised about her response for the After Life offer, his eyebrows lifting slightly. That brief look of surprise quickly fell back into his usual smirk though.]

Fair enough. I wouldn't mind seein' you around sometime though, even if it was just for a quick soda break.

[He didn't want to suggest her to wind down a little since that wasn't his place, but he would be happy to see her stop by sometime. Even if he felt it was a little unlikely. He watched her pass him and he briefly glanced at the piano before turning his attention back to her.]

By the way, you ever consider recording some of your piano pieces? I sure wouldn't mind listening to those melodies from time to time if you did.

Fai is long due for a vacation, that's for sure.

[ She wishes she could do more to help in Everglade. Part of her is wondering if maybe that shouldn't be where Schnee Company expands next, but she's not sure what the market there needs. Survival training? It'd probably be offensive unless she included how to survive humans. There's still time to think, but she wants to help. ]

I'll think about it if you start selling coffee.

[ She wasn't a soda person. ]

That would require me to not have two other jobs and have a piano to practice on, but thanks.

[Who would want to rob a museum? That was Jaune's initial thought when he received Weiss' message. He wasn't sure what was at museums other than old statues and art. Maybe there were rich people who actually paid a lot of red bills for that. Maybe the two robbers were hired by someone else.

Maybe they were just dumb.

Jaune had plenty of time to speculate on it while sprinting to the museum. He would have responded, but he knew Weiss wasn't the type of person to stand around and wait for backup. Why did she have to act like she had something to prove? Why couldn't she just wait? He felt like he had a better understanding of the answer, so he wouldn't bring it up. She hadn't sounded concerned. Rationally, he knew he probably didn't need to be alarmed either. But his body didn't seem to pick up on his thoughts. The fear was always there. Numbing himself had made it quiet, but now that he was trying again, it felt like he had so much more to lose. As a fellow insomniac, he would have been more surprised if Weiss had been asleep. Again, he found himself wishing he had a car. Or that he could figure out how to break into Weiss' and drive it, but only for emergencies like this. Having a license would probably help. He had ridiculous endurance, but he wasn't that fast.

The emotion behind the piano notes lulled him into a false sense of security. He wanted to scream when he saw the glass, but he was rendered motionless by the damage.

He shouldn't have been worried.

They had seen worse.

Where was Weiss?

The crunch of glass startled him, before he realized it was because he had started to follow the direction of the music. Hands curling into fists to try and direct his anxiety, he began to approach. The music changed, and he noticed the piano where--

Of course it was her. He finally took in the rest of the scene, including the two robbers Weiss had mentioned. They probably weren't going anywhere. Immediately, the panic seemed to fade back to where he could focus on the music. He didn't move from where he stood. He didn't want Weiss to stop until she felt like it. The emotion behind the notes was obvious. The song just sounded like Weiss. Even if he didn't fully understand it, it still resonated within him. He actually felt some semblance of hope for a moment. The song only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

He wanted it to feel longer.

He remained silent, searching for something to say. While he hadn't wanted it to end, it hadn't hurt the way most things had when they were over. He felt lighter than he had in a while.]

Do you think they deserve that after trashing the museum?

[He finally approaches her.] I didn't know you played.

[ Weiss's shoulders visibly tensed when she heard Jaune's voice. It was obvious that she had somehow managed to drown out virtually everything around her. It probably wasn't very inspiring of confidence if Jaune had been expecting her to be attentive of potential danger, but at the same time it was clear that she had actually relaxed enough to do that. Weiss looked back at him like she was a little confused where he had come from. Nostalgia was a powerful thing. It took her a couple of seconds to process what he'd said- her memory of what she'd heard backtracking to actually pay attention to the words. ]

They don't. I.. was just trying before anyone got here.

[ She stood up, pushing the stool back in to exactly how it was when she got here. The piano sounded good for a museum piece. Apparently they had kept it tuned at least. Weiss stared at it for a moment longer. ]

I used to practice when I was young. I haven't touched a piano since my arrival at Beacon so I'm clearly rusty.

[ It'd be a lie to say that she still played. She still could. It wasn't expertly. It sounded good to the untrained ear and her fingers remembered the song easily, but she remembered what performance level felt and sound like. This playing was just... free. Something she hadn't felt in a while. Part of her wondered if she should start practicing again. ]

What are you doing here?

[ She knows. She can't even blame him, even if she wants to say 'I said I had it handled.' ]

[He was about to apologize for catching her off guard. But he hadn't seen Weiss looked so immersed in something before. He felt a little better witnessing that.]

Next time I'll walk so you have more time. I thought it was pretty. [The difference between expert and this was lost on him. He found he didn't really care. If people enjoyed it and it meant something to the person performing, what else mattered?]

[Jaune just fixed her with a blank look as if to ask, did he really need to answer?]

You made the call. It's my job. Being a deputy doesn't just stop if it's two in the morning. And even if it wasn't, you're my friend.

Hopefully I won't get thrown through a wall into a piano room a second time.

[ hopefully. ]

I just made a status report, I didn't ask for back-up.

[ Just so they're clear. It's almost as if she's saying it for herself though. That she didn't need back-up. It's obvious that she didn't though. But that Jaune came anyway... ] Thanks for always having my back.

Hopefully not. Hopefully you won't get thrown but there will be a piano.

I know you didn't. But I...

[Needed to be there. She probably knew what he was going to say. He also knew saying it, when she needed to hear herself say she didn't need back-up, probably wouldn't help. He shrugs, trying to be casual about it.] We're a team. Not just because you're my boss. I know you have a team. I do too. But White Knight is like a separate team.

Short of buying one, I don't think this is going to happen much. All my money's going toward either the house or deputies so that's not likely.

[ A little smile pulls to her lips. ] I know. I'm just glad you decided not to call it "Team Jaune" after all.

This is a totally stupid question I'm about to ask you, but do you...think you'd enjoy it? Playing the piano. You just looked really into it, that's why I ask.

[He shrugs, trying to sound casual.] White Knight sounds cooler. But if you insist on Team Jaune, I guess I could consider it.

I..used to, when I was young. I realized I was just "as expected." It was fun once though. If I did well, the piano responded. If I did poorly it told me but there weren't repercussions. It was the closest thing I had to a friend.

[ She makes a face, hopping down from some rubble to come over to Jaune, her hand on her hip. ] You're on the way to getting kicked off of Team Weiss with that attitude.

[After Weiss' father took her back to Atlas, and their recent conversation, Jaune shouldn't be surprised. But it's still sad.] I still think you're good. You make a good team.

[He stumbles back, holding up his hands in an appeasing manner.] You're the one who mentioned it. I was just...making sure so we don't regret the name we pick. Team Weiss, really? You're already a city guardian, can't we compromise with White Knight?

[ A good team. Ha. that's pretty funny. At least he didn't comment on how she was friendless. ] We would if I practiced more, anyway.

The team name priorities go White Knight, Weiss, then Jaune.

[He might say stupid things but he's not going to be a jerk and say something like that.] There's no time like the present. Or something. Whatever they say.

Something's wrong with those priorities.

That would involve me getting a piano and I can't afford that anymore.

[ Not with paying her portion of the house and for all of the deputies, anyway. She can basically afford necessities and that's about it. ]

Nothing's wrong with them.

Pianos must be pretty expensive. You realize that you don't have to pay me? I'm doing this because I want to.

But you have a company. I should get a team name.

If I'm not paying you isn't that just an excuse for you to do whatever you want if you don't want to follow my orders on the rare occasion I actually give them?

We already agreed on White Knight, I'm not making Team Jaune a thing.

What? No. I wouldn't refuse to follow your orders without a good reason. I have your back; I'd be a terrible friend if I did that.

That's fair. It has both of us in it.

You really want to volunteer?

[ He's gone a ways away from trying to shove the responsibility away. Weiss seems a little cheered by that. ]

And it's not based on some weird pick-up line.

Yeah, I do. I believe in what you're trying to do, Weiss. I don't care about the redbills, I just want to be your deputy.

[He's had some time to think about it. He's trying, and he wants to show her he is.]

That wasn-- Okay, but Team Weiss could be taken that way just as easily.

That'll.. help. Thank you, Jaune.

[ She actually looks a little impressed. ]

Except I've never actually used it that way.

I'm glad I could help.

[He gives her a little lopsided smile.]

That's not my fault.

You're still taking income from Schnee Company, right?

[ Her face falls. ]

It literally is. You literally were the one who used it as one.

I mean, as long as that doesn't come out of your income.

I never used Team Weiss as a pick-up line. Honestly, it probably would have been better than Team Jaune.

No, that's fine. That's within Schnee Company's budget. I still can't afford a piano, but it'll help with other things. Thanks.

[ She rolls her eyes. ] No, you definitely didn't use Team Weiss. It wouldn't have worked any better, I would've just assumed you were trying to suck up to me because of who I was even more.

I'm just glad it will help. Are pianos expensive?

By that logic, Team Jaune was actually a better idea. [Pause.] Guess I didn't screw up as bad as I could have.

Think somewhere around... [ insert the lien equivalent of $80,000. she's using lien because it still feels like it means more than red bills even though she's been here for years ] for a decent concert grand piano, but they can get upward of [ $100,000 ] easily depending on the quality and model.

Not as badly, no. [ She starts walking past him and toward the criminals to take a seat on top of the ice. The police lights in the distance says they'll be here soon. ] But you're a fast learner.

[He just. Literally falls over.] Are you kidding me? [No, you know what. That's fine. He stands back up and nods.]

[Enjoying your throne, Ice Queen? Jaune starts to lean against the cage, but stops with a fleeting look of surprise. His smile is small, and she probably can't see if from her height, but it still means a lot. Everything is telling him to deflect it, to disagree, but he feels a warmth that he doesn't want to go away.] Another successful night.

[ Look, she only knows the price for like top of the line brands. That's what she grew up with. ]

Not kidding at all. I told you there was no way I could afford one here. That one [ she points at the museum's piano ] is probably worth more than that since it's a unique historical item.

[ Yes. It's really cold but it takes a lot more than this to bother Weiss. ] Maybe. It'd be nice if my criminal contacts didn't all dry up thanks to them disappearing from here all the time.

[He makes a thoughtful sound, eying the piano. Imagining a piano even more expensive than what she mentioned is dizzying.] You did save the museum.

[This is cold. He starts shivering.] ...You have criminal contacts?

[ It is ice, Jaune. ]

I did. Before Torchwick left he was feeding me information. I didn't just give him freedom for free, Jaune. Mercury's legitimately keeping his nose clean but Torchwick never had that kind of deal, as much as I was inclined to let people think he did. His was more along the lines of.. don't hurt anyone, don't be seen, don't kill anyone, and he was required to give me information so I could make other arrests more smoothly. I may have been terrified of him but I wasn't going to just roll over just because he cornered me in my office.

[ He may not have been as horrible as Battler, but it wasn't as if he hadn't tried. It wasn't as if Weiss had forgotten that, even if Battler had done such damage to her that she didn't have even her old scars when she was revived. ]

There are a few other CIs who are still active, but I can't discuss that out in the open like this. But he was the start.

[He wasn't thinking about the ice aspect. Instead of moving, he tries to look and sound unaffected. This is fine.

Until he hears her explanation. He looks horrified. He has to step away, turning around to face her. He's waving his hands around as he talks, clearly distressed and honestly, upset she didn't tell anyone.]

I don't understand, you did that all on your own? What if he had given you the wrong information? Mercury and I might have done a bounty together but I never went into anything where someone else knew more. Did he even stick to the agreements? He could have betrayed you at any point. Why did you even need CIs, I understand why you made the deals, but there's a difference between someone agreeing to stay out of trouble and working with them.

Because I had my leverage too. He did stick to them, and if he had, then Cinder would've been informed immediately of exactly who betrayed her. He was more afraid of her than me, but he couldn't make a move so long as I made sure no one could go near him without risking a prison sentence.

[ She sighs. ] Even back home, we managed because of Blake's connections to the White Fang and mine to Schnee Company, along with Yang's contacts with local bars and gangs. A lot of criminals you either get lucky or you find because you have the right way to get information. And back then, I needed him to get to Cinder.

[He stares at her a bit longer before his shoulders slump.] I can understand why you did it. And we put Cinder away thanks to you. I'm just...I'm glad he's gone. I hope we never see him again.

You're right about criminal contacts. [He leans against the bars again, pretty much numb to it by now. Armor helps.] I guess it just surprised me that people like you and Yang had them.

Can I..

[ She seems to trail off, thinking better of whatever it was she was going to ask. At least for now. ]

I'll ask later. These guys don't need to hear anything like that.

[ One of these days she'll bring it up. ]

Sometimes you have to compromise.

Can you what?

[Her hesitation goes completely over his head and he stares at her, before shrugging.]

I thought you knocked them out. [Glancing through the bars.] I can knock them out for you.

Not everyone can do that. It takes a leader to do that. And Yang.

The police are literally at the street corner, it's fine. It's not urgent for at least another month and a half.

[ One of the guys is clearly out, but one of them appears to be injured and just held down by the ice cage. The way she controlled the ice, he's likely to get hurt if he tries to get up before it's melted or broken.

Weiss stands up finally, just brushing her skirt off as if she hadn't been sitting on ice.

Jaune said it though- time to lead. Once the police robots arrive, Weiss gives them directions and some details about what went down for the report as a few of them work on dismantling the ice so they can handcuff the criminals. ]

What's in a month and a half?

[By now he's shivering and regretting his choice. Once the police robots arrive, he starts shadowing them because robot police aren't quite as interesting but they're still police.]

City Guardian elections.

[ That's all she says without explanation before going to do her job. They can chat later about it.]

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[Being a heroic spirit really means she doesn't need to sleep as much as the average person. In this case that just means Saber is more available to do her rounds and be on call in the dead of night without worry about being tired for it.

Therefore she's able to receive the call for help and be on her way as soon as she's made sure of where she was suppose to be heading to, the blonde girl shifting into her armor as she tore down the streets. The blonde is moving faster than most cars as she weaved her way to the museum, a blur of yellow and blue.

She stops as she reaches the broken down wall, hand resting lightly, but firmly on her sword's hilt as she listened for any sign of fighting. Finding only music, the Servant tilts her head before walking inside, stepping over the broken rubble.

Coming upon Weiss, Saber stays silent as she lets the girl finish her playing, clapping gently only once the music had finished, her gauntlets ringing more like crass noise against the background that was there moments ago.]

It's a pleasure to have heard such melody at this hour. You've developed this skill well.

[ One of these days she's going to get her deputies to understand the difference between a call for help and a status report. One day.

Weiss turns and looks back at her when she speaks, the gauntlets somehow being less jarring than a human voice to her, making her less startled than she might've otherwise been. ]

That was messy, but thank you. What are you doing here?

[Considering Saber's speed, she's not too concerned over rushing over. The armor on the blonde girl slowly fades away into particles of metal before fully dispersing, leaving her in her white blouse and blue skirt.]

Perhaps, but to those listening, I doubt they could deny the beauty in it. I came because you sent out the message. Regardless of if you have apprehended the suspects single-handedly, the more people to watch out the better.

Have you considered sleeping at night? I mean, I get Jaune and I being awake, but I expected most of you to be asleep. I was just reporting in. If we allocate all of our resources to a single location every time something happens, it leaves the rest of the city unprotected too.

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