We see Tyrian walking down a dark, sinister looking entrance hall, no longer in a creepy march. He was walking, back straight, wearing a black suit and tie. He also had a bag containing his clothes, belongings, and among other important items. It seemed like he was leaving for somewhere.

He stopped in front of two, large wooden doors emitting a strange presence. Gulping to swallow his nerves, he opened the door…and immediately scrunched his nose, rearing his back at the putrid smell of alcohol.

"What is that horrid smell?!" he screamed, receiving a quiet, but audible slurred moan. His widened at the interior of the room. It was covered in dozens of wine bottles and debris, and one body sprawled on the floor, next to the half-destroyed meeting table. Rushing over to get a closer inspection, he stopped in his tracks to see his mistre— former mistress, Salem with a red face, reeking of booze.

The former assassin sighed, "Of course she's intoxicated. I can't believe that used to work for a former drunkard." He set down his briefcase and took out a pen from his suit pocket. He looked around for something to write on, and he noticed the label for one of the wine bottles was peeling off. Grabbing the label, Tyrian used the back of the sheet to write a note to a passed out drunk Salem.

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Pain

Burning, aching pain surged to Salem's head. It felt like Hazel taking his anger for Ozpin killing his sister on her brain.

"Ugh, god-damned hangover! Huh, hey, where the fack is everyone? Mnh! It hurts to think—hmm?" she was about to rant about her raging headache, when she touched a piece of paper stuck to her forehead. Salem took it off, scrunching her face in slight pain when she pulled too quick, and looked at it.

"Who in the Brother Gods did this? Wait, there is something written on here. I wonder what it reads." She looked on the back to see, in big black bold letters:

"WE QUIT— Sincerely, FORMER MEMBERS OF YOUR INNER CIRCLE"

In an instant, it seemed like her face aged into her nineties.

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There are little to no things that surprise Ozpin.

Grimm? Easily taken care of if you know it's weaknesses. Rouge Hunters and Huntresses? Difficult, but not impossible. Salem coming to your office to talk? Easy peas—wait a moment. What?!

"Salem!" he screeched, practically jumping from his seat.

Salem covered her ears, " Please Ozpin, could you be any louder? I just woke up to a fucking hangover!" Ozpin closed his mouth, eyes shinning with caution and calm rage. He had not predicted Salem suddenly appearing in his office so abruptly, let alone now.

"What is it that you want Salem?" he asked her, gritting his teeth as he hoped Qrow would come back from his mission.

"Straight to the point, I see. Alright, I'll tell you." As soon as she utter those words, the room became thick with tension. The two immortals stared at each other as the room looked it was collapsing on itself, the tension ever growing thicker.

Ozpin was expecting her to demand free reign over his school, hell, the entirety of Vale. What he wasn't expecting Salem to do….uh…well, watch.

"PLEASE LET ME LIVE WITH ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS!I BEG OF YOU, PLEASE!" He wasn't expecting her to whine and cry buckets worth of tears, falling on her back, flailing around like a child having a temper tantrum.

Obviously, Ozpin had a intelligent response. As to be expected of him, after all, he was an immortal. He had enough knowledge and experience to top the most elite of geniuses. What's that? You want to hear this intelligent response? Well, ask and you shall receive!

The legendary words that came out of his mouth would be forever embedded into history. Those legendary words were:

"What the fuck is she doing?..."

(Team JNPR's Dorm room)

Jaune preferred to be alone then being with his friends.

Don't get him wrong, he cherished the moments he spent with his team/ friends. The laughs, the heartbreaking moments (ok, he'll admit most of moments were him and Weiss.), and the tough trials of battle.

Although, he had to admit, being around his friends when they aren't doing something involving Hunters, Huntresses, and Grimm, is kind of Annoying. To start things off, Ren always make those failed experiments he calls smoothies, Nora would eat your breakfast if you didn't get there in time, and Pyrrha would always get hounded with paparazzi when they went out. By the time the paparazzi disappeared, it was already time to go back to the school.

And it's not just his team either, Team RWBY has their faults as well. One time, Nora accidentally blew up our dorm with a new type of dust she using, so we had to sleep in different dorms for a couple days. I got Team RWBY's Dorm. If you think that would be a heavenly experience, you're dead wrong. He couldn't sleep on the floor because some worker sprayed the floor with disinfectants, so he had to sleep in the girls beds. He tried sleeping with Ruby, but he couldn't sleep a wink last night with Yang's Death Stare burning holes in his back. Weiss was out of the question when she started sleeping with her weapon next to her. He tried to sleep with Yang, but she sleep – fought him. So many chokeholds…

Blake was next, and last on the list. Couple hours in, it was fine. Until the putrid smell of tuna burned his nostrils. Team RWBY slept fine, but he couldn't. In fact, he slept for most of the day when dorm room was fixed. He was so as quiet, everyone thought he was dead.

So, that's why he prefers peace and quiet. And with his team taking care of their personal business for a day, makes being his time at school quite enjoyable.

Knock!Knock!

Until now, that is. Sighing, he rose from his bed to answer whatever question this person interrupting his quiet time. He lazily opened the door, hoping it's just some salesman trying to sell useless crap.

But fate had a surprise for both Jaune and Salem.

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Welp, here it is~! A…new story instead of a new Seeing Red chapter. HEY! Hey, hey…put down the pitchforks and torches, a new chapter is coming soon! Just had to deal with writer's block for a while.

I always wanted to see what would happen if Salem just, up and quit to live with one of the many students at Beacon Academy. And since this site is mostly flooded with Jaune stories, I decided to have Jaune as Salem's roommate for the time being.

With that said, CubainCobain, over and out!