Remnants of Team SV [RWBY]

It Begins

UbeOne

Daydreaming CPU
Location
Philippines
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



@LostDeviljho

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:





@Drakkius

You open your eyes to find yourself within what looks like a sealed pod. At least it's somewhat comfortable.



@ThePremise

You find yourself behind the counter of what looks like a bar, with some men standing around, providing security. The place would look like a nightclub were it nighttime, though.



@Menwearpink, @Caduceus

Both Qrow and Raven can be seen within a bar somewhere in Remnant, watching the news. They're in different sides of the bar, though.



@The LD Man, @Ψυχή, @Sailor Midgard

You find yourself in what looks like an abandoned warehouse. The sun shines through the few windows present. Roman is at the upper floor, seated in front of a desk, with various paperwork scattered on it. A map of Vale is hung on a graffitied wall to the side, with red markings on it. Neo is nearby, observing. Emerald is at the lower floor, heading towards the stairs.



@UbeOne, @Unlucky Bibliophile, @pharaoh122, @TheFanficAddict, @Zedalb, @Sablonus, @Rei of Sunshine, @samdamandias, @munchkinomatic, @Xalgeon, @Glint, @Theaxofwar, @Space Multiply, @fallintolife, @Portalboat

You find yourselves aboard an airship, and it's a relatively smooth ride so far. The view of the landscape outside can be easily seen from either the port or starboard side.

 
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You find yourself in what looks like an abandoned warehouse. The sun shines through the few windows present. Roman is at the upper floor, seated in front of a desk, with various paperwork scattered on it. A map of Vale is hung on a graffitied wall to the side, with red markings on it. Neo is nearby, observing.
Neo blinks rapidly as if waking from a nap before looking down bodily. Blinking again, she reaches for a pocket and draws forth a compact to look upon her reflection. A smile creeped up on her face as she blinked with patience, the expression widening as the colors began to shift betwixt her three.

Satisfied after a repetition of back-and-forth, she felt out with her power and let it take a familiar ruse — keeping only Roman aware of her presence as she leaned back against the wall waiting to see what was to happen.
 
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
[@The LD Man, @Ψυχή, @Sailor Midgard

You find yourself in what looks like an abandoned warehouse. The sun shines through the few windows present. Roman is at the upper floor, seated in front of a desk, with various paperwork scattered on it. A map of Vale is hung on a graffitied wall to the side, with red markings on it. Neo is nearby, observing. Emerald is at the lower floor, heading towards the stairs.
I come to a not-so-screeching halt as I have the feeling of utter vertigo.It is short, but bad enough that I am forced to steady myself, one delicate hand pressed against the wall...wait, delicate?

What.

WHAT.

I am all shivering over my ..my body?
Now I am gasping for air, giving out a small sound of shocked confusion.

The hands i stare at are .... brown, mid braown, Indian or very dark Mideasterner or perhaps American negro brown, brown enough for the inside of my hands and my fingernails to stand out.
Fingerless olive halfglove....
My entire attire, while comfortable in this warm, dusty dry.... warehouse air.... is rather skimpy in a way.
Short white top. Drastically abridged olive green undershirt yust covering my perky breasts.

Breasts.
BREASTS.

I am f-female.
Second gasp, second sound made, louder now, before I clamp a hand on my mouth.

No , not going to freak out, Emerald... waiiit?
Emerald. Emerald Sustrai.That..that is my name.That much I know.
I am trying to get anything else out of it, any explanation, any thing at all....

This is .....

And then, I draw my guns from their belt holsters strange revolver like guns, tan and emerald handled, draw them so quick and natural that it is like breathing to the new me.
I make aiming andfanning motions, but do not shoot.
No catch? Entirely depending on my will?

And then, they change .

They become..and I can feel something IN my ... my..my soul doing this.... they become long-handled sickle swords, Falx , like the old Dacians used....

I make a few quiet moves with them...and I am shocked, thrilled to see that they are like extensions to my body.

Oookay.I am a female sharpshooter and swordswoman of remarkable skill, wearing a skimpy, somewhat vaguely old west meats urban primitive looking white and green outhfit with calf-long chaps over shorts.....
And I am trained, toned and fast as hell, and, FEMALE.
And except my... my new name... I can not remember anything....

Except an entire life worth of memories that do not belong to the person who stands here.

But to me.
The not-a - young female , sickly, MALE me my mind insists I am.
I.. I want to cry, to shout, to..no.I am in a abandoned warehouse.
I was moving quietly, if not actually sneaking.
This means I better not shout.

I wanted to go up the stairs before... before I ..changed.
Or rather, I moved in?

"Self-insertion." I whisper."no, someone INSERTED me" I hiss.

This ..but its that.Or I am Emerald Sustrai suddenly going very, very crazy.

Now, if i was inserted.. no.No, that... A ROB scenario. I feel shaky again, sit down on the stairs, quietly , breathe in , breathe out, getting calmer, feeling my aura steady me..Aura? What am I , a ninja?
Ninja...I stare at my gunblades and suddenly KNOW tney have a third form.A chain sickle, not unlikea kusarigama of extraordinary length.
And yes, I CAN do a kind of one -to-two person mental illusion thing.
Ninja?
I have my new... light mint, almost white hair (anime hair, so anime hair) tied back behind my head, at least some parts of them... but no headband... i try not to giggle.

So, not Naruto....

Strange, this seems to calm me.
I was trying to go up, wasn't I ?

So that is what I am doing now, holstering my weapons as I sneak up, towards the door and listening at it before I do anything else.....
If I was here to do .... an ambush, it would not do to waltz in without a thought, no?
 
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You find yourselves aboard an airship, and it's a relatively smooth ride so far. The view of the landscape outside can be easily seen from either the port or starboard side.
THE STRONGEST FIST

What the f-!?
Where am I..what. Is that..Ruby Rose!?
And, okay, maybe she could have been a really good cosplayer, if it wasn't for the fact that we were freaking flying!

Okay, calm down Yang-wait. What.
Yang!?
As in Yang Xiao Lo-oh glob that's why I was in front of Ruby in the fucking air.
I was going to Beacon. I was in Yang's body.

Sheeet....
ONORE DIKEDO..!!


Okay, okay, don't fuck this up, act like Yang did in the episode, and maybe this might blow over.
Oh glog. Crap.
What if Yan-no, no, think of getting Yang back in this admittedly attractive body later, Stations of Canon now.

I tried to draw on my feelings as a big brother myself, thinking about how I'd feel if one of my younger siblings was accomplishing great things...
...
Yeah, I could see why Yang was so proud, a warm feeling in my(is it mine?) chest, and a warm grin overtaking my face...

"Oh My Gosh, I'm so proud, my baby sister's going to Beacon with me..! This is gonna' be great!", I proceeded to squeeze Ruby in a hug, making sure not to go too overboard.
Just enough to make her wheeze. Yeah.

I'm off to a great start!
 
It's a sudden shift, where once I was laying in bed watching YouTube, trying to sleep and failing, and suddenly I was wide awake. Not to mention sitting at a desk. The desk seemed to be situated in an actual office, something I had never had in my life. As I come to realize my position, the hand that was flipping through paperwork comes to a stop.

Slowly, I sit up and pull the unlit cigar from my lips, placing it on the desk. Actually, since when did I smoke? and what the hell were these clothes. They looked rather familiar, but where did I-oh. That's Neo in the corner. The one from the very fictional animated series. This might be a problem.

I appear to be Roman Torchwick. Master of sarcasm, and notably the first named character to die in the series. This could be bad. Hurriedly, I actually started reading the paperwork in my hands. Luckily, most of it was pretty understandable. Simple budgetary stuff, expected profits, among other things. Nothing super complex. That said, if I want to survive, a few things need to happen. First off, knowledge.

"Neo. Do me a favor?" I say out loud to the mute girl in the corner. "Go find one of the simpletons that I pay money to and have them bring me all the records for the dust raids? I have my hands full with this for the moment, and you look bored enough sitting there." I try my best to mimic Torchwick's tone, though I don't know how successful I am. At least I don't have to be an asshole to everyone.
 
Ruby Rose
Airship, Vale
Daytime


THE STRONGEST FIST

What the f-!?
Where am I..what. Is that..Ruby Rose!?
And, okay, maybe she could have been a really good cosplayer, if it wasn't for the fact that we were freaking flying!

Okay, calm down Yang-wait. What.
Yang!?
As in Yang Xiao Lo-oh glob that's why I was in front of Ruby in the fucking air.
I was going to Beacon. I was in Yang's body.

Sheeet....
ONORE DIKEDO..!!


Okay, okay, don't fuck this up, act like Yang did in the episode, and maybe this might blow over.
Oh glog. Crap.
What if Yan-no, no, think of getting Yang back in this admittedly attractive body later, Stations of Canon now.

I tried to draw on my feelings as a big brother myself, thinking about how I'd feel if one of my younger siblings was accomplishing great things...
...
Yeah, I could see why Yang was so proud, a warm feeling in my(is it mine?) chest, and a warm grin overtaking my face...

"Oh My Gosh, I'm so proud, my baby sister's going to Beacon with me..! This is gonna' be great!", I proceeded to squeeze Ruby in a hug, making sure not to go too overboard.
Just enough to make her wheeze. Yeah.

I'm off to a great start!

Where am I?

I see in front of me a foreign landscape from the sky. Am I flying? Yes, yes I am. How'd I get here, though?

I look to my right, and see a blonde girl with lilac eyes who's somehow taller than me (But how? I know I'm not short!), and wears an outfit that I'd recognize anywhere...

Yang? Is that Yang Xiao Long? Am I in RWBY? ...It seems so. This all looks too real to be a dream.

I glance around the airplane (Where are the seats? At least there's no turbulence), and see an assortment of other people (Is that Jaune?), but Ruby is nowhere to be found. If Yang is here, then where's Ruby?

...Wait. Yang. Flying. Airplane, or rather, airship. This scene looks familiar. We're going to Beacon, aren't we?

Wasn't Ruby beside Yang at the time? But the only one beside her is... me.

I glance down. This appearance is not mine, yet it rings a bell. I could see a cloak, red like roses, at the edge of my vision. Crimson and ebony attire (I never thought I'd be wearing a skirt), feminine form, Yang beside me...

I'm not myself. I somehow became Ruby Rose. How'd that happen?

...

Then Yang suddenly bear hugs me. I could hear what she's saying. But she's really strong. I almost feel like I can't breathe.

I squeak, "Can't... breathe..."

...I sound like Ruby too.

@Yang
 
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@Menwearpink, @Caduceus


Both Qrow and Raven can be seen within a bar somewhere in Remnant, watching the news. They're in different sides of the bar, though.


The taste of alcohol dripped across his tongue, his spittle itself seeped in it at this point. How much was this man a drinker? The world felt distant from the drink that ran through his body and yet he saw it clearer than ever before. The body was powerful, the one who owned it powerful. A drunk, a master, a warrior, someone beyond what he considered human.

The fact that he was in a world he considered fictional, mind placed in the body of one of its characters was something that rattled him. His hand shook and barely held onto the glass that his fingers clutched so casually. They tightened on reflex, strangeness and confusion letting the glass slip down and his body moving to not lose it. The splash of alcohol landed half across the table and struck his right knee, soaking in and letting its scent stain him even further.

To even breath through his nose held the reek of drink and he felt himself permeated in a way that he never knew. The contrast of fogginess pit against the clarity that came from the body that held so much more was strange. He was addled, hardly fully lucid, and yet...

He looked down at his leg, a frown spreading across his face. He was silent for a time, not sure what to say.

But this was perhaps a bit less panic inducing than expected. It was like a dream, everything felt different and it was an absurd enough idea to swallow in the first place.

"Unfortunate for them." he spoke in a slur, words too quickly flowing from each other, messy, unclear. "But they'll charge me anyway. Anyway."

He let it hang as though he were having a conversation with an invisible partner. His eyes, darted across the bar on their own, the impression of a black-haired woman lingering in his mind before it was swallowed up by his own worries and turmoil. Was this a dream? It felt much less natural and a matter of course like one, yet it was also matter of course.

His stomach stirred, slight discomfort boiling. He felt the slight tange of acidic bile creeping up his throat. The alcohol was not a good combination with his confusion and the emotional disorientation that he expected began to trickle in as he was given more time to dwell on what was going on. He leaned back into his chair, chest heaving slightly quicker. A trained body, calm, relaxed... but the mind was different.

He wasn't someone that could handle something like this.

It took a while for him to figure out who he was, what this place was. But once he did it went from a panicked and absurd situation to one that he simply found silly. The bizarre reality seemed almost a buffer, a layer of fantasy that made things feel more "okay". To know that he was someone new, someone with relations, connections, with responsibility and danger was something that he knew should weigh down on him.

Yet he couldn't care. Worries like that were intangible, distant. Humans were fickle things, and he found that as he ordered a plate of food and a new drink, spending coin that he felt may as well be a free gift, that he could bury those thoughts and keep his hand still enough, to drown it out with simple indulgences. He ignored it, he put it off, he pretended to forget his worries.

Even something beyond the very real problem of where to sleep for the night, where he should go, what he should do was something so very inconsequential and yet so important. How would he keep from getting bored and restless?

He watched the display, listening to the news as he wondered how things would play.
 
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I blink. Nothing happened. I rubbed my eyes. Zilch.

Was I in some kind of lucid dream? Because this obviously isn't a Jeepney. I insp... woah what the fuck?!

I bring my hands up. They don't look like my hands... I grope my... uh... chest... definitely not my man boobs. I stop my self inspection and looked around. I didn't notice any recognizable... oh no... oh please no... That's Ruby Rose... I'd recognize the hood and gun from anywhere... ROB pls no.

Ok. I need to calm my tits, glorious tits by the way, and think. I am definitely not in Kansas Manila anymore.

I need somewhere to sit. I glance at my reflection... the prominent bow... so I'm Blake huh... do I even know how to wield Gambol Shroud? I bring my weapon to eye level and inspect it, experimenting on my grip. It certainly felt familiar enough. At the very least I'm not going into this blind. Sighing I make my way further into Airship.

What to do next...
 
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It's a sudden shift, where once I was laying in bed watching YouTube, trying to sleep and failing, and suddenly I was wide awake. Not to mention sitting at a desk. The desk seemed to be situated in an actual office, something I had never had in my life. As I come to realize my position, the hand that was flipping through paperwork comes to a stop.

Slowly, I sit up and pull the unlit cigar from my lips, placing it on the desk. Actually, since when did I smoke? and what the hell were these clothes. They looked rather familiar, but where did I-oh. That's Neo in the corner. The one from the very fictional animated series. This might be a problem.

I appear to be Roman Torchwick. Master of sarcasm, and notably the first named character to die in the series. This could be bad. Hurriedly, I actually started reading the paperwork in my hands. Luckily, most of it was pretty understandable. Simple budgetary stuff, expected profits, among other things. Nothing super complex. That said, if I want to survive, a few things need to happen. First off, knowledge.

"Neo. Do me a favor?" I say out loud to the mute girl in the corner. "Go find one of the simpletons that I pay money to and have them bring me all the records for the dust raids? I have my hands full with this for the moment, and you look bored enough sitting there." I try my best to mimic Torchwick's tone, though I don't know how successful I am. At least I don't have to be an asshole to everyone.
Hearing the voice of the maninside, I..somehow am satisfied I was expected inside.
Call it a hunch, a shred of memory...whatever.

Or it might just be that it would look bad to be found outside , eavesdropping....

Neo, Neo, where outside the Matrix movies have I heard that name....
And Dust raids? Some kind of drug?

I knock, then enter, wearing a smile, walking proud....
"Here I am.You wanted to see...."

Roman.That dapper Alex from Clockwork Orange lookalike is Roman gawdawful Torchwick.
And now things click.
I am on Remnant, most probably in vale.
This is obviouslyy his hideout
I am working for or with him.
"...me" manage to finish with only a small halt.
I am screwed.
 
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THE STRONGEST FIST! (ROUND 1!)
Yang "Armed And Ready" Xiao Long
Airship To Beacon
Heck if I know. Morning, at least.


Ruby Rose
Airship, Vale
Daytime




Where am I?

I see in front of me a foreign landscape from the sky. Am I flying? Yes, yes I am. How'd I get here, though?

I look to my right, and see a blonde girl with lilac eyes who's somehow taller than me (But how? I know I'm not short!), and wears an outfit that I'd recognize anywhere...

Yang? Is that Yang Xiao Long? Am I in RWBY? ...It seems so. This all looks too real to be a dream.

I glance around the airplane (Where are the seats? At least there's no turbulence.), and see an assortment of other people (Is that Jaune?), but Ruby is nowhere to be found. If Yang is here, then where's Ruby?

...Wait. Yang. Flying. Airplane, or rather, airship. This scene looks familiar. We're going to Beacon, aren't we?

Wasn't Ruby beside Yang at the time? But the only one beside her is... me.

I glance down. This appearance is not mine, yet it rings a bell. I could see a cloak, red like roses, at the edge of my vision. Crimson and ebony attire (I never thought I'd be wearing a skirt.), feminine form, Yang beside me...

I'm not myself. I somehow became Ruby Rose. How'd that happen?

...

Then Yang suddenly bear hugs me. I could hear what she's saying. But she's really strong. I almost feel like I can't breathe.

I squeak, "Can't... breathe..."

...I sound like Ruby too.

@Yang
I quickly let her go, sheepish grin on my face, scratching the back of my neck a little.
"Heheh, sorry. It's just-you made it into Beacon with me! I'm just so excited! You're gonna' be the bee's knees little sis!"
Okay.
Yeah, oh glob I hope I'm not laying it on too thick. Crap.
Okay, okay...whooo...bee's knees, right, that's what she said.(Heh.)
Bee's knees, bee's knees, Bee's Schnees-!
.....
Okay, No Yang, Bad Yang, stop thinking of kissing Blake and Weiss damn it!
Gaaah..!
Curse you Shipping Brain and Shipping Fanfics..!!
...
At least I wasn't freaking out. Gotta' keep my cool here...
Whoo...
 
Ruby Rose


THE STRONGEST FIST! (ROUND 1!)
Yang "Armed And Ready" Xiao Long
Airship To Beacon
Heck if I know. Morning, at least.



I quickly let her go, sheepish grin on my face, scratching the back of my neck a little.
"Heheh, sorry. It's just-you made it into Beacon with me! I'm just so excited! You're gonna' be the bee's knees little sis!"
Okay.
Yeah, oh glob I hope I'm not laying it on too thick. Crap.
Okay, okay...whooo...bee's knees, right, that's what she said.(Heh.)
Bee's knees, bee's knees, Bee's Schnees-!
.....
Okay, No Yang, Bad Yang, stop thinking of kissing Blake and Weiss damn it!
Gaaah..!
Curse you Shipping Brain and Shipping Fanfics..!!
...
At least I wasn't freaking out. Gotta' keep my cool here...
Whoo...
Bee's knees? I remember that one, but I don't want the attention. My reply comes quickly.

"But I don't want to be the bee's knees! I just want to be normal, with normal knees..."

In Ruby's place, I would feel the same way. I'd rather not think too much about the silver eyes part...

@Yang
 
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'What the........ How...... did I get here?'

This had to be a dream, how couldn't it be? How else could I just suddenly be aboard what appears to be some sort of aircraft............ As.......... Pyrrha Nikos.....I.........What!?

I take a deep breath to calm myself down and try to get my bearings when it suddenly hits me, I've somehow ended up in RWBY......... As Pyrrha....... How else could I explain it, Ruby and Yang were right there standing only a few meters away from me and I could also see Jaune a little farther back.............. Unless this really was a dream?......... But this was.... It all felt too real.

I sigh inwardly, there was no point in dwelling on all of this, at least not now. I decided to just watch Ruby and Yang, they were having that 'bee's knees' talk....... it was just like the show.

Bee's knees? I remember that one, but I don't want the attention. My reply comes quickly.

"But I don't want to be the bee's knees! I just want to be normal, with normal knees..."

In Ruby's place, I would feel the same way. I'd rather not think too much about the silver eyes part...

@Yang

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. Oh, Ruby if only you knew.
 
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GOLD' N FIRE!!

Yang "I Burn" Xiao Long
Flying Metal Whale Plane to Beacon
It's Morning. The Sun's up, at least.


Bee's knees? I remember that one, but I don't want the attention. My reply comes quickly.

"But I don't want to be the bee's knees! I just want to be normal, with normal knees..."

In Ruby's place, I would feel the same way. I'd rather not think too much about the silver eyes part...

@Yang
Awww....she was rather adorable, and sad...
"Aw..what's wrong? Aren't you even a little excited?", I looked at her, holding her gently by the shoulders.
 
You find yourselves aboard an airship, and it's a relatively smooth ride so far. The view of the landscape outside can be easily seen from either the port or starboard side.

The Flying Blade

What.

My eyes were open. No. Fuck that.

I collapse into the direction of a wall, and go the fuck to sleep.

Russel, one. World, zero.
 
Ruby Rose


GOLD' N FIRE!!

Yang "I Burn" Xiao Long
Flying Metal Whale Plane to Beacon
It's Morning. The Sun's up, at least.



Awww....she was rather adorable, and sad...
"Aw..what's wrong? Aren't you even a little excited?", I looked at her, holding her gently by the shoulders.
"Yes, but I don't want to be on a pedestal."

What comes to mind is Pyrrha and her reputation for winning that tournament many times.

Well, this would be both exciting and terrifying. It would be quite the adventure, but I could remember what could happen in the future, and the faces of those who wish to disrupt the peace.

Not to mention the awkwardness of being someone else.
 
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Queen of Thunder

Chatter, people talking all around me. Cold metal is pressed against my back, not the covers of my bed. I shut my eyes tighter, hoping that it would keep the noise out. I hear a vaguely familiar voice at the edge of my hearing, and with it, my eyes shoot open.

What the hell? I'm fairly sure that before I went to bed, I didn't stuff pillows under my shirt, so what the hell were-

Oh.

Oh no.

Nonononononononononononono-

"Uggghhh.." My voice is high, bubbly even.

"C-Cupcakes?" Sweet Jesus I sound like a manic pixie gi- wait a minute, I know these voices!

I run my fingers over my scalp, my hair was long, yes, but never past my ears.

I try to get to my feet, before stumbling forward. Fuck, how the hell was I supposed to move with these things?!

Why couldn't I be trapped in someone less.. endowed?

My legs rub together as I lean against the airship wall. That.. -that doesn't feel right at all.

I look to my left and see a boy dressed in green is sitting on the ledge of the window, quietly examining his weapons.

My eyes widen. Shit! If anyone would notice a difference, it would most definitely be him.
 
You find yourselves aboard an airship, and it's a relatively smooth ride so far. The view of the landscape outside can be easily seen from either the port or starboard side.


It was a beautiful day in Vale. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, birds sang a chorus of chipper tunes, and fellow students excitedly chattered with each other.

For one Weiss Schnee, however, the moment was completely lost to her. The Schnee heiress seemed uncharacteristically befuddled. She looked out at the green horizon, looking dazed and confused. Fearfully, hesitantly, Weiss reached out and touched her reflection in the mirror. The glass felt warm under her cool skin.

Her body shook as her mind tried to process what she saw in the mirror.

Then a few moments later, the confusion was gone -- hidden under a mask of determination. Weiss into the back of her skirt (thank God for pockets and combat skirts) and pulled out her scroll. She heaved a quiet sigh of relief as she found that the device wasn't password protected. "I guess Weiss never saw the need for it. Awfully lax of her," thought Weiss.

Weiss sat on top of her trolley as she browsed through the scroll's contents. She saw lots of pictures with Winter, who looked... well, not happy. Content was perhaps a better word. In some of the photos, she even seemed to be smiling.

Weiss' correspondence was pretty sparse. Most of it seemed to consist of formal business letters, scathing rejection of love letters, and at least two messages to Jacques Schnee in the past year. And even then, they were terse. She got the impression that the two liked to avoid each other as much as possible. Not that Weiss could be blamed. Her own father had used a Grimm to try dissuading her from attending Beacon. Relations were frosty, to say the least.

Weiss giggled quietly to herself. Heh, frosty.

Aside from that, the library was full of what she expected from a person like Weiss: Schnee Dust Company financial reports, dissertations on the interactions between different types of Dust, news subscriptions, journals from Hunters on the frontier, a pamphlet of Beacon... Typical of a career-minded, pragmatic Huntress like Weiss.

Taking note to read them all later, Weiss put away her Scroll and sighed, wondering what to do next. Then she decided to wait it out and see how events developed. A part of her wanted to screw canon and do whatever, just see what happens. But the majority of the Schnee mental senate quashed the idea, pointing out that changing too much too fast would lead to things going in unpredictable directions.

Well, if all else failed, she was sure had enough money in her bank account to dwarf a third of the other students' net worth several times over. Tossing enough money and resources at a problem solved it eventually, right?
 
You find yourselves aboard an airship, and it's a relatively smooth ride so far. The view of the landscape outside can be easily seen from either the port or starboard side.
Yatsuhashi Daichi
Airship to beacon
Morning, I think? It may be a different time zone up here.


I reach up to rub my head. I usually don't wake up this suddenly. I look around to find myself on an airship surrounded by rather... short people. Now, I've always been tall for my age, but I'd have to be at least 7 feet tall to have this high of a view.

Now, normally, discovering myself on an airship in a different body would freak me out, but this was a REALLY TALL body, so it all kind of evened out in my mind. Universe screws me over, but at least I'm taller and in better shape now.

And then I notice who else is on the airship, and my eyes widen, because that is definitely Ruby Rose. I take a deep breath and try and compose myself. I'm just a perfectly normal student standing with his team. And looking around, that team is team CFVY, making me Yatsuhashi. I look over to the other male member of my team.

"Hey Fox, how was your break?"
(@Fox)
 
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"Yes, but I don't want to be on a pedestal."

Pyrrha would know what I mean.

Well, this would be both exciting and terrifying. It would be quite the adventure, but I could remember what could happen in the future, and the faces of those who wish to disrupt the peace.

Not to mention the awkwardness of being someone else...




"You'll be alright, it might be daunting at times but you won't have to face it alone,"

I walk over to the pair, offering the siblings a warm friendly smile. I couldn't just say nothing, not when Ruby was so nervous, so afraid of being placed above everyone else and seen as untouchable. It was something that Pyrrha knew all too well... I had to say something.

@UbeOne , @TheFanficAddict
 
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You find yourself behind the counter of what looks like a bar, with some men standing around, providing security. The place would look like a nightclub were it nighttime, though.
Junior - Hei Xiong
Junior's Club


In a not so suspicious bar within a not so suspicious club, I blinked and awoken. Though awoken is a rather loose word to describe the situation, it's a rather more befitting word that makes the whole situation makes sense.

Licking my lips, I looked around to get a better sense of where I'm at - get a sense of the land so to speak.

The place looked clean, and rather familiar to be honest. The place seemed to have some kinda white colored dance floor, and hanging overhead were numerous lights - despite this everything seem pretty quiet though. However, Men dressed in finely made suits could be seen around standing guard.

Probably due to the matter that it seems to be morning, evident with the small window high up to the side. Sun light beaming into what is evidently a night club.

My hands clenched nervously as I looked over the place once again. This for sure ain't Kans-...Urgh, Dorothy called brain and she's saying no shit.

Okay, okay. Five. Four. I released a deep breath as I tried to calm myself. Was it working? No. Though, What is working is controlling the bubbling emotions within me losing out. Panicking would just make the situation worse, and shit is bad enough already. So the best thing to do is learn what he hell is going on.

It's like it could get worse, right?

Fuck it.

"You, Yeah you standing there by yourself." Snapping my fingers while pointing at the lone male standing guard - I continued, "What's my name and where are we?"

Fast, and straight to the point. Better to learn more then react like a dumbass.
 
Yatsuhashi Daichi
Airship to beacon
Morning, I think? It may be a different time zone up here.


I reach up to rub my head. I usually don't wake up this suddenly. I look around to find myself on an airship surrounded by rather... short people. Now, I've always been tall for my age, but I'd have to be at least 7 feet tall to have this high of a view.

Now, normally, discovering myself on an airship in a different body would freak me out, but this was a REALLY TALL body, so it all kind of evened out in my mind. Universe screws me over, but at least I'm taller and in better shape now.

And then I notice who else is on the airship, and my eyes widen, because that is definitely Ruby Rose. I take a deep breath and try and compose myself. I'm just a perfectly normal student standing with his team. And looking around, that team is team CFVY, making me Yatsuhashi. I look over to the other male member of my team.

"Hey Fox, how was your break?"
(@Fox)
Metal...under my feet? Nothing supporting me? Light? This isn't my bed... As I open my eyes and see people I've only really ever heard of I hear someone next to me speak.

"Hey Fox, how was your break?"

Glancing over like I always have, my head actually MOVED which broke whatever auto-pilot I was on. Suddenly having to contend with working muscles after 18 years of full-body paralysis isn't conductive to standing on a moving surface. My knees buckled under my weight as my leg muscles relaxed, causing me to topple as my body turned making my chin bounce off the metal floor.

*CRASH!*

"Ow!" A dulled pain lanced through my tongue and jaw... Wait, so this isn't a dream? Does that mean...

"...I'm free?"
 
"You'll be alright, it might be daunting at times but you won't have to face it alone,"

I walk over to the pair, offering the siblings a warm friendly smile. I couldn't just say nothing, not when Ruby was so nervous, so afraid of being placed above everyone else and seen untouchable. It was something that Pyrrha knew all too well... I had to say something.

@UbeOne , @TheFanficAddict

The Flying Blade

I, Russel Thrush, am now awake, and the world is better off for it.

It seems, after hitting my head on the wall, I have incured amnesia upon myself, and dreamed up an entire false life.

Incredible. Truly incredible.

I wip out my hologram iPad, hoping to cleanse my mind with the purity of the Interwebs.

Yeah, that sounded fake to me to. Really, I wanted to check my contact list, because like hell am I going to glomp Ruby Rose and gush over her weapon.

After a bit of thought, I recall my password, 'fromsqualor' (huh), and pull up my contact list.

Let's see...someone named Chia...a old woman named Mother Oro...Doctor Oobleck, huh, two twins named Lucky and Chew Toy...rllyrllycoolkid, wonder who that could be...

Wait a sec. Where was I?

I look out the...win...dow was this a plane? I would be having a heart attack had I not still been so groggy...

There were also a lot of people around...with weapons...did I join terrorist after going on a sugar high?!

Yatsuhashi Daichi
Airship to beacon
Morning, I think? It may be a different time zone up here.


I reach up to rub my head. I usually don't wake up this suddenly. I look around to find myself on an airship surrounded by rather... short people. Now, I've always been tall for my age, but I'd have to be at least 7 feet tall to have this high of a view.

Now, normally, discovering myself on an airship in a different body would freak me out, but this was a REALLY TALL body, so it all kind of evened out in my mind. Universe screws me over, but at least I'm taller and in better shape now.

And then I notice who else is on the airship, and my eyes widen, because that is definitely Ruby Rose. I take a deep breath and try and compose myself. I'm just a perfectly normal student standing with his team. And looking around, that team is team CFVY, making me Yatsuhashi. I look over to the other male member of my team.

"Hey Fox, how was your break?"
(@Fox)

I turned to the side and - GIANT!

Okay. That guy was tall. Like, Jordan tall. Now that I look close...were these people cosplayers.

I glance at my reflection from the glass I leaned up against.


"Uh, big guy, I kinda lost a few memories during my nap. Mind reminding me where we're going?"

Metal...under my feet? Nothing supporting me? Light? This isn't my bed... As I open my eyes and see people I've only really ever heard of I hear someone next to me speak.

"Hey Fox, how was your break?"

Glancing over like I always have, my head actually MOVED which broke whatever auto-pilot I was on. Suddenly having to contend with working muscles after 18 years of full-body paralysis isn't conductive to standing on a moving surface. My knees buckled under my weight as my leg muscles relaxed, causing me to topple as my body turned making my chin bounce off the metal floor.

*CRASH!*

"Ow!" A dulled pain lanced through my tongue and jaw... Wait, so this isn't a dream? Does that mean...

"...I'm free?"

"Free as a caged bird pal."
 
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You find yourselves aboard an airship, and it's a relatively smooth ride so far. The view of the landscape outside can be easily seen from either the port or starboard side.


A plane, at least nothing will be expected of me instantly. I take a slow breath remembering what I was taught of espionage. If someone is taken captive they should pretend to remain unconscious as long as possible to gather information. This situation seems similar enough. I walk around listening in on the conversations of those near me. Good they speak English.

Clothing seems relatively normal, no obvious changes, though I must be careful I remember the goosebumps story of people eating with there arm pits. There could be any number of changes and I have to slowly follow others leads. Though for all I know any mistake is lethal, I need time to learn these people are there customs. Worse I have to learn any relations I may have, even faking a friendship sounds near impossible. I need a cover story some excuse.

I need a head injury. It could explain unusual behavior and allow me some time to be quite and study others. I need to distance myself and then leave 'my' old life behind, maybe enlistment or something. However I should get this injury somewhere private so it is harder to judge how bad it is. It is a slightly desperate paranoid plan but I have to assume the worst I have nothing else to go on. No, I seem to have some time, maybe I need to do some information gathering first.

I'm able to walk freely here as others are talking I don't want to get into a conversation there may be expectations of 'me'. Espionage time, I need to keep walking examining.

Until I see someone on a technological device, kind of like an Ipad? I check my clothing and find one spending the next several minuites playing with it, it probably contains all the information I need if I can access it. Aha! Thumb print recognition, well that I do have. I unlock it and start looking for something akin to internet, I need a basic world history to start building off of, I don't even know the name of the continent I am on.
 
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"Free as a caged bird pal."
Hearing someone above me, I panicked; how do I move?! Ok, ok, relax Fox- Fox? Who the hell is Fox? This is what I get for half-assing shows, but to be fair; my eye-gaze ran on XP so... Anyway, I need to stand up somehow, um... Experimentally tensing different muscles to see what does what until I managed to shakily get to my knees. Reaching out to the nearest support, I grabbed a girls wrist, tilting my head up slowly 'lest I go arse over teakettle again I spot a semi-familiar face.

"Uh... Coco? Mind helping me up?"
@Coco
 
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