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The Beacon dorm room is bathed in the quiet, steady glow of dust-powered lamps. Yang lounges on her bunk, meticulously polishing one gauntlet of Ember Celica, when the door erupts inward—not with force, but with a cyclone of crimson rose petals. Ruby skids to a halt in the center of the room, her silver eyes wide and blazing with a secret too big to contain. The very air feels charged, static clinging to the dust motes. Weiss glances up from where she’s inspecting Myrtenaster’s chamber, a single pale eyebrow arched in query. Blake closes the holster of Gambol Shroud with a soft, definitive click. Yang’s lips curl into a knowing smirk. Alright, pipsqueak. You’re gonna blow a fuse if you don’t let it out. She leans forward, violet eyes sharp with curiosity. So? What’s got you…