#wrong order

Nora was excited. No, she was more than excited! She was so excited that the word excited seemed boring to her. She needed to make up a new word to even begin to describe her excitement!

Yup, she was feeling extradupladumple today because her new glitter grenades were coming in! Custom ordered straight from Atlas itself! Atlas always made the best stuff!

She skipped to her locker in the mail room and found the pink slip inside, waiting for her to collect and use it! She practically jumped at the mail clerk, holding out her ticket. He mumbled something, then retreated to the back to retrieve her goods.

As she waited, she looked at the different posters on the wall. Mostly boring stuff were put up, like "Don't mail bombs!" and "Grimm are not an acceptable carrier!" and other warnings that they were required to put up after Nora had her brilliant ideas. One poster read, "Verify your package before you open!" Wouldn't that be crazy, getting someone else's grenades by mistake?

The clerk returned with her order in hands, and had her sign a waiver, explaining this was dangerous material, and that the mail service was not liable to lawsuit for any injury made by Nora. Specifically Nora.

Nora then took her package and skipped away with glee. Her mind, heart, and soul were brimming with extradupladumplement at her new sparkly weapons of glittery, shiny destruction.

"I'm back~!" Nora sang, her door sliding open to her dorm. "And I got my grenades~!"

"Then why would you bring them here?" Jaune, her team leader, asked with concern.

"Because I wanted to show you guys my fun new toys before I tested them out!"

"They're weapons, Nora, not toys" Ren, her partner, pointed out, "and if you wanted us to see them, you have invited us to the training room."

"Yeah, but you guys always have something going on." Nora pried open the crate. "Either your crushes come by, or your super diet drink is culturing, or your crush wants to make plans for later tonight..."

"What?" Jaune raised his brow.

"What?" Ren joined.

"What?!" Pyrrha, her fellow lady member, almost shrieked at her words. As if it wasn't obvious what she was talking about.

"There! Come to Mama!" Nora pulled out a grenade and... was disappointed by how bland it looked. It was pink, sure, but it didn't sparkle and shine like the ad showed. The only fun thing about it was how it looked more like one of those spiked fruits. This was not extradupladumple. It wasn't even exciting.

"Everything okay, Nora?" Jaune asked.

"I think I got ripped off." Nora groused. "I spent good lien on Atlas grenades, and this is what I get? It looks nothing like the ad!"

"What ad?" Ren asked.

"Here, I'll show you." Nora tossed the grenade behind her as she reached for her scroll. Screams of distress filled the room as Nora began searching on her scroll. "I found it!" Nora turned to show off her find, but was surprised by what she saw.

Standing in front of the door was a thick cloud of pink smoke. As it fell, a complete stranger stood inside the room. Noticably, Jaune was missing, and he was right where their leader was standing before. He looked older, much too old to be a student, with thick, dirty blond hair, tied back in a really short ponytail. His muscular chin was covered in thick stubble, framing his familiar nose and tired, bagged eyes.

"Oh, it's you guys again." The stranger said, giving a soft smile. He made his way through the room, walking as if lost in a daze. He sat on a bed, and the frame creaked under his weight, likely due to the heavy, scratched armor he wore. "This place feels so unreal, just like all of you. I think I might start crying."

"Uh, excuse me, sir." Pyrrha cautiously stepped forward. "Um, who are you?"

"Oh, right." The man cleared his throat into his fist, worn gloves faded by time in the sun. "My name is Jaune Arc, short, sweet, and it rolled of the tongue. The ladies used to love it."

"Nora," Ren asked, "what was in these grenades?"

"So, uh, I think I know what happened." Nora answered. "I think I got the wrong package."

"Oh, Nora." Ren rubbed his eyes.