Supernatural Colors (RWBY/Durarara/???)

Your name is



[ ]Ruby Rose,

[ ]Weiss Schnee,

[ ]Blake Belladonna,

[ ]Yang Xiao Long,

[ ]Jaune Arc,

[ ]Nora Valkyrie,

[ ]Pyrrha Nikos,

[ ]Lie Ren,



And you recently got transported to another world. You think it happened while you were asleep, because you woke up here after going to bed. The only thing you know about your new surroundings resides on a small device called a "cell phone", which appears to be similar to a scroll. The info you managed to gain is that the current year is 2024, and you are in the ward of Ikebukuro, which resides in the city of Tokyo, Japan. You currently lived in a



[ ]Small apartment, which is relatively cheap to pay for.

[ ]Large Yacht, the place you woke up on. Probably given to you by whatever higher being put you here.

[ ]Warehouse, which you use as a base of operations.



Fortunately for you, the phone had a few contacts on it. They were:



Choose 3

[ ]S. Kishitani

[ ]I. Orihara

[ ]S. Heiwajima

[ ]M. Ryugamine

[ ]M. Kida

[ ]A. Sonohara

[ ]K. Kyouhei

[ ]Vorona

[ ]K. Kujiragi

[ ]S. Brezhnev

[ ]C. Rokujo

[ ]A. Awakusu

[ ]M. Akabayashi

[ ]K. Kuzuhara



You sigh as you turn the phone off, before gazing off at the cityscape. You're probably stuck here, that's for sure, but what should you do? You can't mope around all day.



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AN: Yes, I did push up the timetable of durarara 20 years.

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Your name is Weiss Schnee, and you were bored. Dear dust, it was boring out here! You could just bring the yacht back into dock, but you don't exactly have any papers for that sort of thing. Which means you were stuck here. Out in the middle of Tokyo harbor. Fucking fantastic. Hey, at least you still had Myrtenaster, and enough dust on the boat to last you about a year. Heck, you've already set up a rudimentary dust crystal farm in one of the lower decks, where light is minimal. Scrolling through your phone, you tap the notes app, and look at the info your asshole of a god benefactor gave you about your contacts. Of course, they already gave you



[ ]Basic information about the world you're in, just enough to live.

[ ]Every single important part about this world, be it history or technology.



You digress, though. You first contact was Shinra Kishitani. His description was as follows:



Shinra Kishitani (岸谷 新羅, Kishitani Shinra) is a young underground doctor who lives with Celty Sturluson. He stays mostly indoors and wears a white coat even when not working.



...That sounded a bit too much like wikipedia…

Eh, might as well call his home phone now.



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Ring! Ring!



"I'll get it!" Yelled a young man in a white lab-coat as he rushed towards the house phone. Picking up the sleek device, he held it to his ear.

"Shinra Kishitani speaking!"

A young woman replied at the other end of the line. "Hello, mister Kishitani. I was wondering if you could procure docking tickets for my craft? You will be getting properly compensated, of course."

[ ] "Uh, sure. Let me just check my schedule."

[ ] "I might not be able to do it, but I'll ask a friend."

[ ] "What kind of payment are we talking about?"



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After the phone call, you took stock of your yacht. It had



Choose 5

[ ]Several lounges

[ ]A boat garage

[ ]Enough cabins and bunks for 50 people

[ ]A personal master cabin

[ ]A secret control room

[ ]An armory full of Japanese military weapons

[ ]A retractable heavy cannon

[ ]Several retractable light defense guns

[ ]An ECM/ECCM suite

[ ]A military grade radar

[ ]A submarine launch bay (can fit 3 small subs of about 10 meters each)

[ ]A research station with Atlesian-grade scientific technology

[ ]An engineering bay



You walked towards a nearby chair, and took a seat, straightening your coat. Now it was time for you to wait, and plan. Mostly plan. You already tried to figure out what happened, but each time you managed to draw a conclusion, an unknown caller would text wrong answer at you. Whatever did this really was a pain.



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"What kind of payment are we talking about?" Asks the person on the other end of the line, Shinra. You sigh. You only had $1,000,000, which wasn't that much to live off if you were going to getting a foothold in this world. You didn't want to bring out your trump card so early on, but it couldn't be helped. At least you had enough of the stuff to make the boat sink a few inches more into the water, even with the repulsors turned on (albeit at the lowest setting).

"How about some exotic healing materials, doctor?"

… "How do you know I'm a doctor?"

You take a deep breath, and prepare the most elusive counter you can think of. "I know a lot of things, most of which you don't. Now, is that a yes, or a no?"

He audibly deflates on the other side of the line. "Fine, fine. I'll be there in an hour."



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The yacht had basically everything normal yacht would have, such as lounges, cabins, and a personal room. There were, however, empty rooms dotted around the place, presumably for expansions. And when you checked the radar and ECM/ECCM, you noticed that they were distinctly military grade. Walking into the restroom to tidy yourself up, you froze as you looked in the mirror.

…

YOU LOOKED LIKE YOUR SISTER!!!

What?!? How?!? Why?!? Who?!?...

…

…

That cheeky motherfucker… god… whatever! Does it really matter?



[ ]YES IT DOES!

[ ]Eh, it'll be a learning experience.

[ ]Finally! You've always wanted to know what being your sister is like!That came out wrong, didn't it?



Regardless of that, you change into the clothes you brought with you from the wardrobe in your cabin. Which were coincidentally exactly what Winter usually wore. If this keeps up, you're going to start going by the name "Winter Schnee", just because of all the coincidences. After changing your garments, you walked out to the lower patio, waiting for Shinra to arrive.



Not even five minutes later, you could hear the motor of an approaching boat from directly in front of you. The boat in question was a white speedboat, likely made before repulsor-tech was available to the market by how low it sat in the water. Inside was a man in a white lab-coat, Shinra, and a woman wearing a black jumpsuit and yellow catlike helmet, likely Celty, if you're sparse info was anything to go by. They pulled up to the side of your craft, and you lowered the stairwell for them to use. After tying their boat to yours, they climbed aboard. Suddenly, you sensed something strange, but shrugged it off.

"Mr. Kishitani, it's a pleasure to finally meet you face to face." You say, putting on an aura of superiority.

"Hello to you too! You already know my name, but may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?"

You turn you back, and motioned for them to follow you. "No, but you may call me Atlas." You say, using the name of your home kingdom as an alias.

He deflates visibly as you enter the main lounge. "Bummer, and here I was hoping we could share life stories."

You stare coldly at him. "Enough. Do you have the tickets or not?"

Wordlessly, he pops open the briefcase he was carrying, and takes out an envelope, along with a silver pocket watch. "Thought I'd throw in something extra. Provided you have the materials."

"Very good. Stay here, I will return shortly." You leave the room, and make your way down the winding halls into the storage room. Picking up a 5 Litre barrel of liquid dust (because that was the best and only kind you had), along with a half-litre bottle, you made your way back, the wheeled barrel being dragged behind you by the handle.

Admittedly, it's a stupid idea to drink liquid dust, but hey. SCIENCE!!! Re-entering the room, you put the barrel next to the coffee table, and sit back down on the couch. You can't just call it dust, because they'd laugh at you for that. So…

"This is

[ ]Write in replacement name for dust

It is can be used in a multitude of different ways, including medical technology. Unfortunately, I am the only one who knows how to make it. I am willing to supply you with this, but only if I am traded equivalently. Do we have a deal?"

The doctor grins wildly, and for a second you think he's actually a mad scientist. "Sure!" I'll take this barrel right now, and I'll trade you more stuff later!"

"Very well. Mr Kishitani, Ms. Sturluson, you may see yourselves out."

A brief bit of shock shows on the face of Shinra, before they both nod, and walk out of the room, barrel in tow. You sigh, and look out the window.

How does Winter do this so easily?!?



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