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Neo grinned – which really ought to have been the first (and only) warning he needed – before she strolled over and grabbed him by the sleeve. Whatever Jaune had been about to say died in his mouth, as his entire body compressed and folded. It felt like he was crushed into the space of a speck of dust – before being dropped from a great height. His stomach plunged, even as the food he'd eaten threatened to force its way from his throat. Until with a jarring flash of light, the world seemed to stop.

Right as his face smashed into that of Roman Torchwick.

If his life had been an anime he might have lost his first kiss to the man, and honestly – that might have been preferable. Instead what he received was a rapidly widening green eye – before his forehead collided with that of Roman's. Immovable object met irresistible force – made all the worse via the application of aura which meant that instead of two hard (but not solid) heads meeting. Two skulls that may as well have been made of granite smashed together.

On top of that he got a whole inch of burning cigar crushed into his teeth as they bounced off one another with a sound that was reminiscent of a car crash.

"Fuck, Neo!" The orange haired man shouted as he hit the ground, bowler hat flying off. "You fucking piece of shit, why do you always pull this shit!? Fuck!" Jaune simply coughed out ash and the taste of burning; filing away the information that Roman became pretty flipping potty-mouthed when he was in pain.

Neo tilted her head and lightly rapped a hand against her skull – as if to say "Oh gosh darn, did I make such a silly mistake!? Tee-hee."

Neither of them believed her.

[...]

Wherever they were, it was arranged like some kind of huge warehouse structure, with metal racks and rails reaching up to the ceiling – and various pelleted boxes stacked on each.