Xanah

Armed and Ready
Location
England
Pronouns
She/Her
OOC Link

One time, certain SV members were doing whatever. Maybe they were at school. Maybe they were at work. Maybe they were asleep. Maybe they're watching TV or even an episode of RWBY at home. Then, for a moment, all is dark.

Afterwards, they would suddenly find themselves somewhere else, as someone else. For some, it would be familiar scenery. For others, not so much.

Nonetheless, they may or may not have a good time.
R W B Y

@SoixanteZio

You find yourself in what looks like a large tent. There are maps, masks and Dust containers, and this symbol happens to show up pretty often:

@Seru

You wake up on a repurposed operating table in an abandoned laboratory.

@Sketchy Lurker, @OrmusTheZeebra and @ForgottonFuture.

You all wake up in what seems to be a military camp out in the tundras with 17 other people.

@Nerx

You awaken to a spartan blue and grey room, why is it so cold?

@TheFanficAddict and @grubleafeater.

You both arise in elaborate blue and white bedrooms.

@Unlucky Bibliophile

Opening your eye, you find a spacious, yet cluttered room whose original colour is lost under the random splashes of powdered colour.

@Jhin Lemon

Coming to, you find yourself in a sleeping bag in the middle of a dessert amongst 99 other kids.

@Anya Homura and @RadioactiveSpoon.

Both of you come to amongst random boxes in a warehouse.

@Desdendelle and @Dovahsith.

Awakening on body mats in a large, asian-styled room with 18 other students is surprisingly refreshing.

@Zeroth Jupi

Coming face to face with a taxidermy moose's head first thing in the morning in a burgundy room certainly made sure you were ready for anything.

@Brightflame

Stirring awake in a chieftain's tent, you smiled fondly at the girl passed out near the flap.

@Letmebefree

You awaken in a wooden cabin with a black and white dog curled up on you chest.

@BanTheFairyKing, @Jaedin, @Assembler, @Henryboy003, @vyor, @Lt Darkhound, @Roland27, @UbeOne and @Xalgeon.

You all come to in sleeping bags in a grand auditorium with 12 others.
 
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@Nerx

You awaken to a spartan blue and grey room, why is it so cold?

"Brrr... why is it so chilly in here and why is my voice more gruff?"

Immediately he rose from his bed and looked around noticing that he was a lot taller than usual, so far everything besides his right side and left leg seems more familiar. Currently at the moment he is looking for a reflective surface to see if he's alright maybe something bit him during sleep.
 
Ruby Rose
Vale
Beacon Auditorium
Morning
Of Doors and Gems
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Ughhhh what a mess, of course I got locked out of the house at midnight, seriously screw my luck.

"Come on open the door already!" I yelled anger and frustration in my voice before slamming myself into the door once more, only this time instead of meeting the cold surface of the door my body jolted upward meeting nothing but air?

"What the heck was that?" I muttered taking in the sudden change from midnight to early morning. Another change was all the surroundings I had gone from being outside my house to what looked like an assembly hall.

And what the absolute hell happened to my voice why was it so high pitched and girly sounding what the actual hell was going on?

Glancing to my left I saw the unmistakable form of someone of who up until that moment I believed to be a fictional character.

Holy shit that's Yang Xaoi Long, whats so special about Yang she's just my sister my mind supplied confused at the sudden shock at seeing someone I've known my whole life...

"Wait what?" Was all I managed to get out before my memories put itself back into place both lives merging into one.

After that only a few things remained clear to me.

I was in Remnant.

I was at Beacon Academy on the day of initiation.

I was Ruby Freakin Rose.
 
Awakening on body mats in a large, asian-styled room with 18 other students is surprisingly refreshing.
Waking up to something that isn't your alarm clock or your mother waking you up, however, is a bit odd. Finding out that you're not wearing your own pyjamas and that you're missing your beard is even odder, as is the change in locations.
The person who used to be Neptune Vasilias sat up on his mat, blinked a couple times and tried to glance at his watch, which... wasn't there. The skin tone of his arm was wrong, too. Unfortunately for him, he looked around, causing his panic levels to spike; fortunately, he spotted the sprawled form of Sun Wukong, two mats over.

"Ma."

You can't panic if you're seriously reconsidering whether Descartes' malicious demon actually exists and is personally fucking with you right now, can you?
 
You both arise in elaborate blue and white bedrooms.

Whitley Schnee


Gah. My head. How do you even sleep in rooms colored like this? These are, like, anti-sleep colors!

.......

Wait.

Where the fuck am I?!

I stagger to my feet and notice a full length mirror, catching sight of myself at the same time as the memories flood in.

"Ah, fuck." I groan.

Okay, let's start with a simple 5 point self examination of some kind...

Uh...

Okay, I have who, who am I, that is, the next question to answer would be 'how' and the answer is 'fuck if i know', skip the question, 'when' is...way too early in the morning. I'm more a noon person dammit. Now the beefiest question--'what/why'.

What have I been doing, what should I be doing, and why?

...I'm mostly idle, cause I'm a rich kid. Don't get me wrong, I find ways to use the time, but those aren't going to be productive. I've found myself in a death world, dammit, and I'm not going to remain idle.

Okay. Step one to not dying.

Your entire family is a target for assassins. You have a really, really crappy father, but he has his own dedicated security. You're technically protected by him, but their patrol routes are probably more centered around him.

Your sisters are both warriors in their own right, with enough Aura and skill to hold out for a time, and Winter has a security net as part of a fucking national military. Even if being a specialist means she wouldn't technically be a officer, if RT understood what that meant.

REGARDLESS. You are obviously the weakest link in security. So step one is to make yourself less of a weak link. Obtain your own security somehow, or else make yourself inherently more secure, such as, say, by becoming armed, or growing more skilled in the usage of that bullshit Schnee semblance.

But of course, before I leave my room, I must maintain appearances.

I take a half hour to arrange my literal physical appearance to something at least closely resembling normal, a little more hastily than normal, leaning heavily on Whitley's muscle memories to get it right before folding my arms behind my back and strolling off.

I make for the library. It would draw less suspicion than retrieving a weapon, and I can probably commission a pair of simple revolvers. Or just buy them off the damn shelves. Maybe I can find some piece of information in our libraries that can be sold off without any real repercussions to us.
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Weiss Schnee
Ballroom, Beacon, Vale
Morning
O_O


My eyes flutter open as I awake from the comforting darkness of sleep. All right, time to get my phone to my left and check SV-

Eh? Where's the screen? And why is it white with a yellow diamond in the center? My phone is black with a green Mophie cover, not this RWBY Scroll lookalike. Weird... I pull the two ends as if it's an actual scroll, and oh, there's a screen in between, like the one in the show. Cool, though odd... the lock screen image is familiar, the same as that of my phone, a white Schnee snowflake, an icy blue aurora-like glow, and a black background. However, upon pressing the yellow diamond like it's a home button, the device asks for a thumbprint, not a number key, unlike my phone. I use my thumb anyway, and the resulting home screen is... different. The background is just a white Schnee snowflake in a dark gray, carbon fiber-like background, not fanart of Myrtenaster. And the layout, this isn't an iPhone at all! Something's wrong. What's going on here?

I sit up and look around. How did my room get so big, why am I on a sleeping bag, and why are there lots of people around me who are also in sleeping bags? Wait, why am I feeling so much hair around and behind me? I pick up one strand of... really long white hair? I'm pretty sure that's not mine, yet it feels as if it's so. Don't tell me I'm someone else like in the roleplays...

Using the scroll-thing once more, I look for a camera button, and upon finding it, press it. Then, I press another button to use the camera in front-

I blink. That's a face I know! Pale skin, icy blue eyes, white hair, feminine face, even a scar over the left eye... that's the face of Weiss Schnee, from RWBY! Yet I put a hand over where the scar is, and it feels so real. I glance down, and notice that I'm in a decidedly female form, and wearing a soft blue nightgown with a white Schnee snowflake on it...

Mirror, mirror, tell me something. How, and why, am I Weiss?!

...

That means... this room... it looks like a ballroom, and those people around me... a flash of memories not mine, yet mine, of hearing of initiation, of calling Ruby a hazard to my health...

I blink some more. Oh god, this... this is Beacon, and it's the morning of initiation! I... I've turned into Weiss, and I have to... I have to fight Grimm just hours from now! Uh... uh...

I slightly tremble, my breathing rate increasing. Images of the fight against the giant Arma Gigas come to mind, pictures from a first-person view, like I was fighting it... I can't be late. I don't wanna go back to Atlas empty-handed. That would be even worse...!

I have no choice... or rather, I do have a choice, one much better than the other, and... I choose not to step back. I am scared of facing the Grimm, of facing those monsters... but the prospect of facing Jacques, someone even scarier, and my own disappointed face...

Weiss worked so hard to get this far, and if I am to be in her shoes, I have to do this... for her...

I take a moment to calm myself, to mentally prepare for what I must do. My mind informs me of where 'my' things are, which are just beside me in the form of white suitcases, and after keeping my scroll, I reach out for them. I need to get that huntress outfit, that combat skirt Weiss always wears... there, it's there. There's also the rapier... wait, no, it's not in the luggage. Weiss put it in her assigned locker, number 237. Oh, that's easy to remember, 23 being my birthday, and 7 being my birth month.

And I'm going to need toiletries too, so I retrieve them as well. Okay, now to stand up and go to the- wait, where's the restroom? Oh, Weiss was there before... that corridor, then to the right. So I wear my light blue slippers and walk towards there... a bit unsteadily, not being used to my new sense of balance and weight. If anyone asks, though, I could just attribute it to being half-awake.

That old roleplay came true. I can't believe it!
 
Name: Adam Taurus
Location: Who knows
Time: Dunno
Mood: ಠ╭╮ಠ
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@SoixanteZio

You find yourself in what looks like a large tent. There are maps, masks and Dust containers, and this symbol happens to show up pretty often:
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"Ow, my head. What the hell just happened?" I grab at my head, it's pounding. Did I fall? I look around and check my surroundings "This certainly isn't my room." Standing up I pat myself down and examine my body in further detail.

Taller than I was a few minutes ago, check. Crazy gun katana on my hip, check. Red hair? Yup.

"Oh, perfect. Seems I've fallen victim to poor storytelling, I'm a god damn self-insert!" I sit down on the ground palm on my face, well more like a palm on a mask. I know the symbols in this tent, I know who I am, and boy am I upset.

"Really god? Adam? The most hated character in RWBY?" I let a sigh "I have got such a mess to clean up, but first, l need info and something to drink, something hard." I pull out my Scroll.

I need info, let's try contacts and whatever functions for a browser on this thing. Well, that's if I figure out how to work this thing.
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You wake up on a repurposed operating table in an abandoned laboratory.



Slowly, Crimson eyes opened facing an unfamiliar white ceiling. The aching boom of creaking equipment filled the man's head. His hand drifted out of its own volition, touching something nearby, and donning it, DSN-000 finding his helmet, and pulling it on.

"Running Diagnostics."

...

...

"Adjutant program has experienced severe corruption. Playing sole remaining audio recording."

"Delta Sierra November Zero Zero Zero, if you are hearing this, your systems have activated. My name is Doctor." There was white noise, damage from the file corruption. "Grimm overran the base. Someone betrayed us. Trust no one!" It broke down into further static.

DSN-000 shifted to stand from the table, and began to slowly walk out of the sterile room, each footstep of his combat armour making a >Plonk< noise, like metal hitting metal, before after three, he collapsed to one knee. "..." An irritated growl, a hand on the wall, and he slowly tried to regain his vertical baseline, and motor control.
 
Lie Ren
The auditorium, or somewhere
Too damn early for this shit. Too damn early....
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I slowly blink awake. The room appears well lit, but not from the usual ray of sunshine directly on my face. I'm surrounded by vaguely familiar lumps in sleeping bags, with a few others also rousing. I blink once as I see what looks to be someone who looks eerily like Weiss Schnee from RWBY would look like if she were real instead of an anime character. Either it's too damn early for this shit and I'm hallucinating, or this is one of my more realistic dreams. Either way, it's too early for this shit.

With a soft groan, I let the arms that had propped up my torso slip back down beneath the sleeping bag that doesn't quite feel like my own, and let my head softly fall against the pillow that isn't mine. With the skill born from years of practice at sleeping in and being able to fall asleep damn near anywhere, I'm out as soon as my head hits the pillow. Good night Westley. Good work, sleep well, I'll most likely kill you in the morning...
 
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May Zedong
A Shadeless desert, Vacuo
Morning, maybe? It's not that hot yet thankfully.

Coming to, you find yourself in a sleeping bag in the middle of a dessert amongst 99 other kids.
Brr. It's really cold and that's making it hard to sleep. I curl up some more and manage to only just get warm enough to sleep...

oOo

I open my eyes after a dreamless night of rest. Only to immediately shut them as a burst of light enters. I blink a few times and slowly open my eyes as they get used to the light. Why is it so bright? I didn't leave my light on when I went to bed, did I? I sit up and a blast of air sending sand into the right side of my face dispels that theory.

I close my right eye to keep the sand out while still being able to look around, only to instead plunge my vision into darkness. I grope around my left eye to see if anything is covering it. Yup, a hat, more specifically a beanie. As the wind subsides I lift it off my eye and open both to look around. After a few second I yank it back over both my eyes. In those seconds my mind had been filled with almost all the facts I know about everything I could see, even the things I couldn't remember, and even some things I shouldn't be able to work out myself.

Temperature (23°C), humidity (20%), the number of grains of sand I could see (too big to understand), the atomic structure of sand, and even more stuff! And on top of the information my vision had been filled with stuff too! Outlines of where things would be if they stayed on track for everything!

Covering my eyes stopped all that and gave me some peace of mind again. But at the same time, now I can't see. Okay, think May, this didn't happen when you looked through your right eye... Wait, did I just refer to myself as May? Wait, why wouldn't I? That's my name. Only...it isn't? I...what? Putting my...name weirdness aside, I lift my beanie off half my face and look through my right eye. Okay, I can safely see like this at least, and it seems I'm in the middle of a desert with a bunch of other people.

If those earlier facts I managed to get from all of that are correct, it's pretty early in the day. The temperature is going to rise rapidly and the humidity is going to drop.

Well, now that I'm awake I should figure out what's going on. I pick up Peashooter from it's place at my side after I get out of my sleeping bag and...Peashooter? Yeah, that's right, that's the name of my rifle, why am I confused about that? No wait, Peashooter the sniper rifle was a name for a gun in a roleplay I was part of, where I played Ma...y Zedong. But, that also can't be right, since I am May Zedong. Grown up in the Black Barony of Vacuo and preparing for initiation to get into Shade Academy,

Or maybe it's...both? That old roleplay was a self-insert one. So what? It actually happened? Well, maybe. Okay, one way to tell if this is related to that, look for the one person I remember 'meeting' there: Brier!

I look around the hundred-odd people around me for a younger looking girl in a brown hood who looks extremely out of her comfort zone.
 
I slowly blink awake and start to notice things about my surrounding, like the fact that the dog on my chest isn't my dog one the fact that I don't live in a wood cabin.

One of the other things I notice is how strong I look, I used to be a noodle! That's when the memories come in, and I realise that I'm Taiyang Xiao long from rwby and I have no idea how I got here I slowly pat Zwei as I start thinking 'at least I don't have to get to work this morning".
 
Neopolitan... I guess
Some warehouse
Morning
Highkey confused

The nook I was curled up in got hit with the first rays of morning light. Well, that's great.

...Wait. That's not right at all. I'd gone to bed in an actual bed, not whatever the fuck this was among crates and shit! I sit up as much as I can without disturbing the nook or hitting a body part on a crate to get a better handle on my surroundings. Some of my hair falls into my peripheral visi--whoa what the fuck. It's an actual brown, not the sort of caramel blonde I should have! It's a lot longer and slightly curlier than my hair, too...

Anyways... Okay, me, what do I remember from before this... Yep, arrived at my grandparents, got onto SV the day after and... huh. You'd think I'd remember more. Fuck, that's a good bit of amnesia. Solving that's a later priority though, first is location and shit. Oh, yeah, and my body not looking quite right, I guess.

My gaze wanders over the dozens of crates. What are they for? My mind supplies with the obvious answer, Dust, and I--

WAIT A FUCKING MOMENT

Dust?! As in, that shit from RWBY?! Oh fuck me. What the hell am I doing in RWBY, and does this fucking mean-?

I breathe in, breathe out, close my eyes, and try to create the image of a sign in my hands.

I open my eyes.

I dispel it, and start to panic.

I'm Neo. Fucking... Neo, of all people.
 
You both arise in elaborate blue and white bedrooms.

"Uuugh..." I groaned awake in bed. Rubbing at my eyes as I pushed aside the soft heavy blanket over me as I sat up on the bed, feeling my achy body slump as my mind started to reboot after a long night's sleep.

"Dammit, why.." Wait. That..doesn't sound like my voice. At all. My throat feels fine if a bit parched but.
I swiping a hand over my eyes as I stumble onto my feet, mimd starting to race I looka around-

"Holy mamma jamma." What the shite. What is this!? This isn't my room-but it is, it's the one I share with my wife..wife? Wha-.....
The memories start to set in. "O-oh...." I was Jacques Schnee, nee Gele, head of the SDC, shitbag of a husband, even worse of a father, hated by many Faunus in Remnant, and all around selfish manipulative fool.

No. No I would not, I would not be this man, not this vile horrid man, with all these selfish ideas and thoughts and ideas, I- "AGH!"
A pain lances through my head as I drop onto my knees, the memories...I didn't want these horrible moments to play in my head, the weight of what this...monster had done. The things he had done, who he had hurt so badly-I felt tears in my eyes and a pit in my stomach as his memories finally settled with mine....

"Why....?" Dammit....

I felt the pain fade, but even as I got up onto my feet shakily, on legs of an old man...I didn't fel that ready to start the day. Not right now...
 
@BanTheFairyKing, @Jaedin, @Assembler, @Henryboy003, @vyor, @Lt Darkhound, @Roland27, @UbeOne and @Xalgeon.

You all come to in sleeping bags in a grand auditorium with 12 others.

As I wake up in the Beacon Auditorium, I automatically suppress my urge to stretch out and yawn. I can't give into instincts like that, or the whole point of wearing a bow is... wait, why am I wearing a bow? Why am I hiding who I am? It isn't like I'm ashamed of it, just the connection to the past it brings. I'm proud to be a Panthera Sapien, and fuck it all if my abusive fucking ex is going to take that from me! ...wait, what? Adam wasn't abusive, he never touched me! But he was emotionally abusive to the extreme... But.. ugh! Where are these thoughts coming from! I'm certain I never studied the types of abuse, so why do I know that? ...and why do I suddenly really appreciate the dynametry of this room, and know the names of the people around me, and have an urge to BEFRIEND THE FUCKING SCHNEE?!?!

Well, I shouldn't think of her like that, for just as being born a Faunus is something I can't change but take pride in, why would her being a Schnee be any different? If that bastard Jacques is any good at his job, which he is, it should be positively child's play to condition them so they have no idea of the tragedies their family company has caused. I'm sure glad Klein was the-WHO THE FUCK IS KLEIN? Their butler, duh-WAIT WHAT? WHY DO I KNOW THE NAME OF THE SCHNEE BUTLER? Because I watched the show of course!

...

...

...

Oh, fuck my life.
 
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@BanTheFairyKing, @Jaedin, @Assembler, @Henryboy003, @vyor, @Lt Darkhound, @Roland27, @UbeOne and @Xalgeon.

You all come to in sleeping bags in a grand auditorium with 12 others.

The grogginess the former human of earth usually felt was lacking, in its place a strange rolling fog over their mind, memories roiling and snapping into place amongst what would normally be called fever dreams. They groaned, looking down and seeing a body they were very much not used to. Then realization struck and with it understanding. Neither improved their mood much.

"Well fuck." They began, "I'm Pyrrha Nikos. Why am I... dammit girl, why didn't anyone give you any hugs." They sighed, "Could be worse, could be Weiss. Right, right... ok... morality of the old me, depression of us both, skills of her, analytics of him, I should apologize to Penny..." A moment passed before they bolted up, "Initiation! Aura, saving an idiot, hitting him with a cluebat and oh that's interesting I'm bi now, not the time for that! Give Ruby a hug." And with that, they stood up, took a step... and fell flat on her face, having forgotten they were in a sleeping bag. "Owwww."


 
Ruby Rose
Vale
Beacon Auditorium
Morning
Of Assesments and Champions
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Taking a deep breath in I began to slowly count to ten

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1

Okay now let's start off with checking myself over. Quickly reaching for where I always kept my scroll I opened it, hastily typing in the passcode before opening the camera application.

On the screen looking back at me was a younger looking girl with pale white skin, reddish black hair, and silver eyes.

"Well I 'm stuck in a death-filled world now, but hey at least I look pretty." I muttered quietly to myself before giving a short snicker at the absurdity of this all.

Before I could continue my self-examination Pyrrha bolted upwards causing me to look in her direction.

A moment passed before they bolted up, "Initiation! Aura, saving an idiot, hitting him with a cluebat and oh that's interesting I'm bi now, not the time for that! Give Ruby a hug." And with that, they stood up, took a step... and fell flat on her face, having forgotten they were in a sleeping bag. "Owwww."

...And she's fallen on her face I better make sure she's okay.

Quickly rushing over to my fellow redhead I crouched in front of her before offering my hand.

"Oh Shoot, that looked like it hurt are you okay?" I asked the downed girl concern written on my face.
 
...And she's fallen on her face I better make sure she's okay.

Quickly rushing over to my fellow redhead I crouched in front of her before offering my hand.

"Oh Shoot, that looked like it hurt are you okay?" I asked the downed girl concern written on my face.

Pyrrha struggled to free her arms from the evil contraption, "Yup! I'm fine, mostly, bit of a headache though. I'll be fine once I get some coffee, oh thank god they have coffee here." She rambled out, taking Ruby's hand... and then hugging the younger girl, "So who're you?" She said, blatantly acting.
 
Whitley
Frustrated
Current Progress:12


My studies are somewhat impeded by the fact that the dialect was a little different a hundred-plus years ago, and the fact that whoever wrote this particular journal didn't even really describe the summoning. I set the book aside. They did mention someone else in the Schnee family, though, so perhaps I should look for something from them.

Before I know it, I've accumulated a small pile of texts to pore over.

Hey, maybe one of them would mention some kind of secret treasure cache that never actually got emptied! You never know, some of these books were journals.
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Peter Port
Port's Port, Beacon, Vale
Moostache
@Zeroth Jupi

Coming face to face with a taxidermy moose's head first thing in the morning in a burgundy room certainly made sure you were ready for anything.
I wake up with an intense hangover after a long night of drinking in worry, ignoring the strangely familiar but unfamiliar room around me I slowly set about my daily routine get dressed, ignore the fact that clothes are different than usual, make self look presentable, comb glorious mustache, stare at taxidermied Moose head, wait moose head? What the fuck? Why is there a moose head in fact why is there a taxidermied head of an elk beside it? I most certainly did not go to sleep in a room like this no matter how drunk I get I never leave my home to get drunk. Right deep breathes take a look around and maybe figure out why I am feeling shorter than my usual slouch makes me.

There is a mirror on the opposite side of the room of the creepamoose which allows me to take a look at my appearance, "well this explains a lot and so little at the same time", I mutter because somehow I had been turned into the glorious walking mustache known as Peter Port which would certainly explain my newfound shortness and portly appearance as I process this jumbles of memories flood in adding to my already pounding head this better not become a thing or pink goddess help me I will rant ineffectively for awhile.

Ok internal panic shifted to side I need a plan or two beyond survival if I am where I think I am, I stopped watching the show after season 3 so I don't know much there but I can try and prevent Beacon falling in my own way I suppose, maybe even actually teach and see what about it is so appealing to others, right that's my goal keep beacon safe and attempt this teaching deal.
 
Ruby Rose
Vale
Beacon Auditorium
Morning
Of Hugs and Introductions
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Pyrrha struggled to free her arms from the evil contraption, "Yup! I'm fine, mostly, bit of a headache though. I'll be fine once I get some coffee, oh thank god they have coffee here." She rambled out, taking Ruby's hand... and then hugging the younger girl, "So who're you?" She said, blatantly acting.

As Pyrrha was explaining her lack of coffee problems she suddenly pulled me into a surprise hug.

...Ruby.exe has crashed rebooting

(Just imagine the outfit is her PJ's)

rebooting in
3
2
1

Oh my God, the pretty girl is hugging me what do I do. perhaps answering her question would be a good place to start says the helpful part of my otherwise traitors mind. Thank you helpful part I shall name you for your great deeds, I dub thee QA.

Anyway back to Pyrrha.


"U-uh, I'm Ruby It's nice to meet you what's your n-name?" I stuttered out my face doing an incredible Impersonation of a strawberry.
 
"U-uh, I'm Ruby It's nice to meet you what's your n-name?" I stuttered out my face doing an incredible Impersonation of a strawberry.

'Oh my god she's adorable.' Pyrrha thought to herself before responding, "I'm Pyrrha Nikos, sorry for just... hugging you like that. D-don't know what came over me, you know?" She smiled softly, "But you seem nice, we should see about room arrangements after initiation, maybe we can get put nea-near each other?"

'Near each other, right across each other, same difference really. Also why is it hard to talk without stuttering? Why am I so nervous around people!?' Pyrrha thought to themselves.
 
@BanTheFairyKing, @Jaedin, @Assembler, @Henryboy003, @vyor, @Lt Darkhound, @Roland27, @UbeOne and @Xalgeon.

You all come to in sleeping bags in a grand auditorium with 12 others.
Cardin Winchester
Vale
Beacon Auditorium

I wake up to the suonds of others moving...

Wait, other people were in my room? that doesn't sound right.

...

Ahh, now I remember! Initiation was today!

What.

Sitting up back ramrod straight I probably looked quite ridiculous in my sleeping bag, but there were more important things.

Like how I was Cardin Winchester.

I pinched myself. It hurt. Never again will I pinch myself.

Looking around me I could see various people I somewhat recognized. Most were sleeping but I could see two cute and pretty redheads hugging. I could see the redness on the smaller one... Yuri?

Yuri.

I closed my eyes..

Right so. Back to Cardin. Memories. A loving family. Racist. Not as smart as I should be. Hmmm... this world is Remnant. In other words, there are Grimm. I am to become a Hunter. Adventure! That sounds fun.

I got out of my sleeping bag, looking back at the scene of the two girls hugging. Let's see... one looked like Ruby Rose if she was real and the other was a bombshell I couldn't recognize until 'my' memories played back to me that she was Pyrrha Nikos.

I gave a thumbs up in my mind, then I packed up my stuff and started walking to the cafeteria.

I need a pick-me-up. Not coffee. I hate coffee. Something sweet. Like chocolate or cakes.
 
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Jaune Arc
Beacon Ballroom

You all come to in sleeping bags in a grand auditorium with 12 others.
I wake up and, as I often do if there isn't an alarm, try and fail to go back to sleep. After a few minutes, I decide it's a lost cause and wriggle out of my sleeping bag- Wait, sleeping bag? I'm pretty sure I was in a dorm bed last night.

And now I'm just confused, as I remember both returning to my dorm after a movie and falling asleep in the Beacon Ballroom.

It's that last thought that jars me. Because both sets of conflicting memories know of Beacon. One from using forged transcripts to apply to it, the other from watching a show where a lot of the action takes place there.

Well, I'm fucked.

I was in Beacon, academy of the finest Huntsmen and Huntresses, due to be destroyed in a year, and I was the only person there without an unlocked Aura.

Think, Will/Jaune. Think.

There were a lot of things I had to do, but there was one that had to be done first. I needed my Aura unlocked if I was to have a prayer of survival. Jaune-I didn't even know what Aura was, meaning I only had Will-my memories of the show. Fortunately, they were good, and while the traditional method of training and willpower was out due to Jaune-my complete lack of training, there was another way. I just needed to get Pyrrha Nikos to unlock my Aura. Or someone else if they knew how, but I knew for certain Pyrrha could do it, and I even remembered why she'd chosen to do it for Jaune-me in the show.

Just talk to her without making a big deal of her name or reputation, then let her see my lack of Aura while we're alone. Then see if I can find her things to do that don't revolve around me, because that girl really needs a life.

That resolved, I looked around to see where Pyrrha was. Which turned out to be easy, as I quickly saw her hugging another girl both halves of me recognized.

Or I could encourage her friendship with Ruby.

"But you seem nice, we should see about room arrangements after initiation, maybe we can get put nea-near each other?"

I move over to where Ruby and Pyrrha are in time to hear Pyrrha asking about sleeping arrangements. Well, Will-I knows the answer. Now how to put it without sounding crazy...

"Heard a rumor it's based off team arrangements. Don't know how teams are assigned, though." That's a blatant lie, but Pyrrha's about the only person who can really control her partner selection. "Hey, Ruby, mind introducing me to your new friend?"

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Ruby Rose
Vale
Beacon Auditorium
Morning
Of Freinds and Clothes
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'Oh my god she's adorable.' Pyrrha thought to herself before responding, "I'm Pyrrha Nikos, sorry for just... hugging you like that. D-don't know what came over me, you know?" She smiled softly, "But you seem nice, we should see about room arrangements after initiation, maybe we can get put nea-near each other?"

"It's okay I like hugs and you seem like a nice person, as for room arrangements If we get to choose where we go I'm all for it." I said giving a dorky grin to the Amazon.

"Heard a rumor it's based off team arrangements. Don't know how teams are assigned, though." That's a blatant lie, but Pyrrha's about the only person who can really control her partner selection. "Hey, Ruby, mind introducing me to your new friend?"

Startling slightly at Jaune's sneaky entrance, I quickly pulled myself together and began to answer his question.

"Of course no problem, Jaune this is Pyrrha she's pretty cool, Pyrrha this is Jaune he's a bit dorky but overall a pretty nice guy." I said giving them both a smile

"If you guys want we can get dressed and get to know each other a little better over breakfast?" I asked a little curious to learn about the both of them.
 
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