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Jaune couldn't help but grin internally. He would wait for this girl to be cut down, push himself off the sword and then cuddle into Yang's bosom. Then when she woke up, she would realise who he was and take him to Blake. The plan was perfect.

Which was why it came as a bit of a surprise when the train, Yang, and the scary woman blinked out of existence. Instead Jaune was left face-to-face with an unfamiliar room, with scattered ornaments, books and empty bowls across the floor and surfaces

They had been instantaneously transported somewhere… somewhere that wasn't the train that Blake and the rest of RWBY were on.

"Well shit…" the girl let out a sigh of relief, falling into a nearby couch as she rubbed the back of her sword-hand across her face. One eye cracked open, to see Jaune's face before her, upside down and still impaled on the metal. "Er… hi?"