Remnants of Team SV [RWBY]

[fallintolife]

Sky 'Magnificent Motherfucker' Lark
Apparently On A Fucking Boat
Too Fucking Bright Out

~

See, here's the thing.

The soul that now inhabited Sky Lark used to be pretty self-aware, once upon a time. They knew their body pretty well, knew how to present themselves in a variety of ways. They knew their old injuries, knew the little signs of sickness in their body, knew about how much weight they could push/pull/drag. Despite being an artist of a more intellectual sort, the soul had paid close attention to the physical.

And then they go from average height, slightly underweight, and slender, to tall, heavily muscled, broad-shouldered, and wearing both metal armor and something really heavy on their back. His back. Definitely a male body.

He falls.

Right there in the middle of the airship, in front of god and everybody, the until-then completely normal 'Sky Lark' falls flat on his face.

"Jesus fuck," he mutters reflexively, rubbing his probably bruised cheek.

He twitches a little. Deep voice. Super weird. Then he catches sight of his hand. Much bigger than he's used to. He tries to sit up, expecting it to be hard - he's in a suit of metal for god's sake - but he moves easily into a cross-legged sitting position. He looks down at his legs: covered in the same gunmetal grey armor/padding combo as his arms. Chest has the same crap. And he's... white? Maybe Asian? What the hell? Even in his weirdest dreams he was used to being medium-skinned.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so proud, my baby sister's going to Beacon with me...!"

Oh, fuck no. Fuck. No. His head whips up. That is either the most legit cosplayer ever or-- okay, no. A quick look around reveals a bunch of people that look really, really unpleasantly familiar.

Yang Xiao Long. Ruby Rose. Blake Belladonna. Even the entirety of JNPR and... oh fuck. A little bell rang in his head as he got another look at his colors, his armor.

He's... something bird-ish. Shit, what's that name again? Cardin Wincester's bro. Sky! Sky Lark. Oh, fuck, he's a racist. He's in this weird tin can body armor, he's way too masculine to pass for female unless he gets some RuPaul's Drag Show level help, he's white (not that it matters! just another level of weird!), and he's apparently tripping balls because Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long are having a conversation about bees knees and nobody thinks this is weird. And he's a racist. Him.

Sky Lark starts to hyperventilate, sitting on the floor staring at his hands.

 

[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:

Click to shrink...

I blink. I blink again.

Okay, that's weird. I haven't been out camping in ages why am I in a tent?
I look down at myself and see a remarkable amount of black an red, which doesn't really fit with my normal wardrobe. Kaaaay...

I rummage about in the tent looking for a mirror.

(@UbeOne )

 

[samdamandias]

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.

Click to shrink...

This isn't a dream. I know what dreams are like, and this has way too much detail. I can see the different colors on my jacket. I can see the grain in the wood paneling by the window on the airship.

I can feel the weight of StormFlower resting in my sleeves. And I know how flick my wrist just so.

The magazine had better be bigger on the inside, because even if the bullets are tiny, it doesn't look like it holds very many.

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.

Click to shrink...

"Nora, is something wrong?"

Shit! That's not my voice. Well, except that it is, but at the same time not. There's only one person in all of Remnant who might notice something is off, and I just talked to her. Trainwreck in three... two...

 

[Caduceus]

Raven Branwen

@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.

Click to shrink...

The woman sat alone at a table meant for two. A tumbler of golden-brown liquor poured over cubes of ice stood untouched, inches away from her sable-gloved left hand that rested peacefully atop the dark-stained wood veneer. Her other hand, clothed in the same manner, rested on her thigh — a splash of black across the strip of creamy white skin revealed between her skirt and the tops of mid-thigh-high boots. Elegantly crossed legs compensated for the scandalously short lower garments, preserving her modesty. Though there were few that would have dared to stare to begin with.

Like a snake preparing to strike, her very bearing screamed 'danger' — signs that only the most oblivious of fools could miss. Though her crimson eyes were fixed on the news-screen, thinking that one could slip by her notice would be a grave mistake. The sheathed blade that rested at her side was a further reminder to all that there were those walking this earth who stood head and shoulders beyond the rest. Completing the image of unapproachability was the large mask that lay on the table — stark white with red markings and patterns, with four eyeslits and alien contours. A mask that evoked the Creatures of Grimm — an image that was signature to certain elements that operated outside of the bounds of law and order — and, in many cases, decency.

___________________

The facade cracked.

Her eyes widened a fraction of a centimeter as she blinked rapidly. The cluttered bright dots splashed across backdrops of white and gray — the palette of her research lab, illuminated by fluorescent white — had suddenly been replaced by dull browns and lambent orange-yellows. Her eyes flicked downwards — her papers and computer were gone — the water bottle she kept on her left was now a glass of whiskey. The mask returned her gaze emptily. Her breath hitched in her throat as she froze, attempting to make sense of this sudden and abrupt transition.

Thoughts flew at a mile a minute. She was in a different place. She was in a different world. A fictional place. Not so fictional apparently. An unfamiliar feeling. She wasn't comfortable in her own skin. She wasn't in her own body. This was the body of a woman. She was someone else. An established resident. Someone she recognized. The mask made it plain as day. Someone important. Raven Branwen. Why and how? She had little idea. She didn't discount the possibility that this was all a dream, or a vivid hallucination. Perhaps she had fallen asleep at her desk. Perhaps she was suffering from a cerebral vascular accident. Both were explanations that made far more sense than anything else. She was no stranger to the realm of self-aware dreaming, after all, and a scenario such as this was well within the bounds of possibility. In actuality, this was more self-delusion and willful denial than anything, for she was also well-aware that dreams were seldom so rich and colorful — so sharp — in sensory information. Sight, sound, smell, touch. Clinging to disbelief was an exercise in futility.

She would laugh hysterically if she was not desperately suppressing her outward reactions — Raven was being watched, she assumed. It was ridiculous — a premise that was only good for transient enjoyment and cheap amusement — for strange fantasies and escapist fulfillment. Part of the hysteria would have been out of panic as well — for all intents and purposes, the woman born as 'Raven Branwen' was dead, memories and all. She herself was all that remained — an outsider, a stranger in a strange land, inhabiting the body of one who was supposedly a power player in Remnant. She was involved in who knows how many shadowy plots and deals, to means and ends nebulous and distant.

But, it was liberating.

Regardless of all that, she was now a free agent. Without Raven's memories, attempting to salvage connections and maintain bridges was a pointless endeavor, even if she had any interest in doing such. Before this, she and Raven had both had debts and obligations — it was a blank slate now. The only goals to strive for were 'staying alive' and 'enjoying life'. She would have to learn quite a bit more to make those goals reachable, but it was enough to keep her centered for the time being. That was what she told herself, at least, even as she reached for the glass of liquor and downed it in one breath. The burn of the alcohol was a familiar comfort, settling her nerves and giving her pause to clear her thoughts.

She would figure something out. If nothing else, she was adaptable. She would take things as they came, one by one, until she felt comfortable enough to make real decisions. For now . . . she called for another drink, as she turned her attention back to the news. It would be good to have an understanding of the current goings-on of Remnant when planning her next move.

 

[Sablonus]

This isn't a dream. I know what dreams are like, and this has way too much detail. I can see the different colors on my jacket. I can see the grain in the wood paneling by the window on the airship.

I can feel the weight of StormFlower resting in my sleeves. And I know how flick my wrist just so.

The magazine had better be bigger on the inside, because even if the bullets are tiny, it doesn't look like it holds very many.

"Nora, is something wrong?"

Shit! That's not my voice. Well, except that it is, but at the same time not. There's only one person in all of Remnant who might notice something is off, and I just talked to her. Trainwreck in three... two...

Click to shrink...

"I-Er-Uhh.." The bright, bubbly, voice echoes from my throat. Jesus, that's weird.

Out of habit, I try and cross my arms in nervousness, before realizing that it's literally impossible with my new... body type.

"Uhh... Nothing wrong here Ren... ..ny?" I totally just forgot what Nora calls Ren in the show. Great. What a flawless act. I'm sure the childhood friend that's spent years living with her won't notice anything.

I frantically try and say something, anything, that would convince him i'm actually Nora.

"Sloths, explosions, thunder, I'M QUEEN OF ALL OF THOSE, DO YOU HEAR ME?! QUEEN!"

Oh my fucking god, brain. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

 

[Theaxofwar]

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?!



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.

Spoiler: "Hey, I look the same. Did I get a haircut?"

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



"Free as a caged bird pal."

Click to shrink...

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

---

I hum to myself. There is no way that this is a coincidence. Now, normally I would screw around with him, but this was serious. Now, how to test if he is like me... oh! I have an idea.

"Well, that depends, does the word America mean anything to you?" Considering two continents have America in the name, I have trouble imagining anyone in our world hasn't at least heard the word. However, America doesn't exist in Remnant, so this was a perfect test.

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

Click to shrink...

"Are you alright Fox?" I ask with worry in my voice.

Hmm... why would he fall over like that? And that comment... He may be like me as well. I don't really want to do the test for everyone I meet though... I need a statement that only people from Planet Earth would understand... hmm... I raise my voice. "You're all shorter than Napoleon!" I shout, easily loud enough for everyone on the airship to hear.

Napoleon doesn't exist in RWBY, so anyone who reacts with something other than confusion would immediately stand out to me. It wasn't a perfect plan, and it may have been colored by the fact that I was seven feet tall now, but it was a start to developing a baseline.

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[Zedalb]

Hmm... why would he fall over like that? And that comment... He may be like me as well. I don't really want to do the test for everyone I meet though... I need a statement that only people from Planet Earth would understand... hmm... I raise my voice. "You're all shorter than Napoleon!" I shout, easily loud enough for everyone on the airship to hear.

Click to shrink...

An odd statement, napoleon wasn't that short but then again was there even a Napoleon...
I quickly type in a search for Napoleon and get.....nothing.

A second theory occurs, maybe I am not special and alone. After all why would I be? The odds of me this happening is near 0, but of it happening to just me? Probably closer to 0.

I decide to just check with the brute force method it's the only one I have ever used.

"Shit are we all from earth?"

 

[TheFictionAddict]

THE STRONGEST FIST!
Yang "Best Big Sis EVAR!" Xiao Long
Airshippy thingy, on the way to School Castle thingy.
Morning. Yeah. No broken moon in the sky, at least.

"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.

Click to shrink...

"Well, yo-"

"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

Click to shrink...

What.
Phyrrha. Pyrrha's alive. Not dead because of Fire Bitch who's now on my new, "Punch So Hard in Teh Tummy With All Mah' DR480N R483 Till They Puke" List.

Bah, the important thing that Pyrrha, who's technically Asian, is alive.

Yes..!

Okay, Rubles first, P-Money later.
"Uh, yeah. Don't you worry your cute little head alright? I-"

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

---

I hum to myself. There is no way that this is a coincidence. Now, normally I would screw around with him, but this was serious. Now, how to test if he is like me... oh! I have an idea.

"Well, that depends, does the word America mean anything to you?" Considering two continents have America in the name, I have trouble imagining anyone in our world hasn't at least heard the word. However, America doesn't exist in Remnant, so this was a perfect test.

"Are you alright Fox?" I ask with worry in my voice.

Hmm... why would he fall over like that? And that comment... He may be like me as well. I don't really want to do the test for everyone I meet though... I need a statement that only people from Planet Earth would understand... hmm... I raise my voice. "You're all shorter than Napoleon!" I shout, easily loud enough for everyone on the airship to hear.

Napoleon doesn't exist in RWBY, so anyone who reacts with something other than confusion would immediately stand out to me. It wasn't a perfect plan, and it may have been colored by the fact that I was seven feet tall now, but it was a start to developing a baseline.

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Click to shrink...

-okay, what the shit, Napoleon!?
...
Oh crap, this guy's from Earth!?
...
Well, at least I wasn't completely-waitaminute.

I stare at Pyrrha, considering the fact that she's suddenly all chummy with Ruby and Yang-!
I mouth the words, "You too?" at her..

Oh, and Jaune was Not!Jaune as well...
The frack?

 

[fallintolife]

Sky 'Mid-Panic Attack' Lark
Apparently On A Fucking Ship, Boats Are Small
Too Fucking Anime Out

~

'Sky' is working himself into a right and proper panic attack when he hears something utterly nonsensical. Shorter than Napoleon? The original little man complex? The French asshole--

Oh god. Oh god, yes. Sky shoots to his feet, overshoots by a lot, and catches himself on a nearby railing. He's about to do something incredibly stupid, but either this is actually a dream and it won't matter, or he's just found something (someone?) amazing.

He lurches over to the upperclassman (Yatsuhashi, he reminds himself), and stares at him. There's about four inches of height between them, but Sky rocks upward in a little gesture to try closing the gap. "Did you... just say...."

Tears form at the corners of Sky's eyes. If he's not the only one who's suddenly someone else - Napoleon doesn't exist in RWBY, right?! - then he doesn't have to be an asshole racist. He doesn't have to be definitely-a-boy. He falls forward, arms out. Unless Yatsuhashi dodges him - super easy, Sky is basically a puppy right now - the tall man is going to end up with an armful of weepy teenage boy.

"Thank you," he sniffles, completely at odds with his douchebro haircut and compensating-for-something giant halberd.

@Theaxofwar

 

[Theaxofwar]

An odd statement, napoleon wasn't that short but then again was there even a Napoleon...
I quickly type in a search for Napoleon and get.....nothing.

A second theory occurs, maybe I am not special and alone. After all why would I be? The odds of me this happening is near 0, but of it happening to just me? Probably closer to 0.

I decide to just check with the brute force method it's the only one I have ever used.

"Shit are we all from earth?"

Click to shrink...

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

---

I sigh. Or you can just do that. I mean, it throws any pretenses of subtlety out the window and probably is going to lead to a lot of REALY uncomfortable conversations, but whatever. It's not like we may be stuck hear forever or anything. Oh wait!

Sky 'Mid-Panic Attack' Lark
Apparently On A Fucking Ship, Boats Are Small
Too Fucking Anime Out

~

'Sky' is working himself into a right and proper panic attack when he hears something utterly nonsensical. Shorter than Napoleon? The original little man complex? The French asshole--

Oh god. Oh god, yes. Sky shoots to his feet, overshoots by a lot, and catches himself on a nearby railing. He's about to do something incredibly stupid, but either this is actually a dream and it won't matter, or he's just found something (someone?) amazing.

He lurches over to the upperclassman (Yatsuhashi, he reminds himself), and stares at him. There's about four inches of height between them, but Sky rocks upward in a little gesture to try closing the gap. "Did you... just say...."

Tears form at the corners of Sky's eyes. If he's not the only one who's suddenly someone else - Napoleon doesn't exist in RWBY, right?! - then he doesn't have to be an asshole racist. He doesn't have to be definitely-a-boy. He falls forward, arms out. Unless Yatsuhashi dodges him - super easy, Sky is basically a puppy right now - the tall man is going to end up with an armful of weepy teenage boy.

"Thank you," he sniffles, completely at odds with his douchebro haircut and compensating-for-something giant halberd.

@Theaxofwar

Click to shrink...

And then I get hug tackled by a crying teenager. I sigh again. I could have dodged that, and had barely managed not to reflexively punch him (that's a reflex from Earth by the way) but, well, I like to think I'm a nice guy. "Your welcome?" I say questioningly.

Because really, how else are you supposed to respond to that.

 

[Sablonus]

Queen of Lightning

Before Ren could react to my utterly nonsensical shout, I hear names and terms that shouldn't be mentioned in Remnant.

I quickly turn to the other side of the ship, my balance nearly slipping from the additional weight.

"Holy shit, you guys are from Earth too?!" My mouth blurts out before I could even think about what I just said. Feminine hands slap over my mouth as my eyes dart to my companion in green.

What the hell was with my head to mouth filter?

 

[samdamandias]

I frantically try and say something, anything, that would convince him i'm actually Nora.

"Sloths, explosions, thunder, I'M QUEEN OF ALL OF THOSE, DO YOU HEAR ME?! QUEEN!"

Oh my fucking god, brain. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Click to shrink...

... one.

That was much different than I expected. Might as well start the derail early. This way she'll have a plausible way to hide the body if I guess wrong. Which I am surprisingly calm about, which only adds to the weirdness.

I reach over and touch my finger to her nose. "Boop."

"Okay, it's not just me. How much do you remember?"

 

[Xanah]

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

---

I hum to myself. There is no way that this is a coincidence. Now, normally I would screw around with him, but this was serious. Now, how to test if he is like me... oh! I have an idea.

"Well, that depends, does the word America mean anything to you?" Considering two continents have America in the name, I have trouble imagining anyone in our world hasn't at least heard the word. However, America doesn't exist in Remnant, so this was a perfect test.

"Are you alright Fox?" I ask with worry in my voice.

Hmm... why would he fall over like that? And that comment... He may be like me as well. I don't really want to do the test for everyone I meet though... I need a statement that only people from Planet Earth would understand... hmm... I raise my voice. "You're all shorter than Napoleon!" I shout, easily loud enough for everyone on the airship to hear.

Napoleon doesn't exist in RWBY, so anyone who reacts with something other than confusion would immediately stand out to me. It wasn't a perfect plan, and it may have been colored by the fact that I was seven feet tall now, but it was a start to developing a baseline.

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Click to shrink...

"You're all shorter than Napoleon!"

An odd test but who am I to judge? Still holding Coco's(?) hand for support, I figured out how to turn-- tall! I saw an eastern-looking man standing at 7 feet tall wearing a giant sword, grass coloured armour and a mint tunic. Cracking a (Hopefully-) roguish grin I let my characteristic wit loose.

"Don't be mean to the short-arses Cloud, we can't all have bodies like Herakles."

 

[Sablonus]

... one.

That was much different than I expected. Might as well start the derail early. This way she'll have a plausible way to hide the body if I guess wrong. Which I am surprisingly calm about, which only adds to the weirdness.

I reach over and touch my finger to her nose. "Boop."

"Okay, it's not just me. How much do you remember?"

Click to shrink...

Oh.

Well, this all went much better than expected. I boop his nose in return, before asking the seemingly non-Ren something only certain earthlings would know.

"Was Volume Three happy? Or sad?"

Jesus. That was the question? What the hell brain? Again?!

 

[Theaxofwar]

"You're all shorter than Napoleon!"

An odd test but who am I to judge? Still holding Coco's(?) hand for support, I figured out how to turn-- tall! I saw an eastern-looking man standing at 7 feet tall wearing a giant sword, grass coloured armour and a mint tunic. Cracking a (Hopefully-) roguish grin I let my characteristic wit loose.

"Don't be mean to the short-arses Cloud, we can't all have bodies like Herakles."

Click to shrink...

"Cloud?" I ask questioningly while trying to peel the sniffling boy (@fallintolife) off of me. He isn't heavy or anything, but it's getting kind of akward. Also, I think he's getting snot on my shirt.

 

[Portalboat]

"Friggin' homework...I swear, why do I need to be so pedantic abou-"

Then, abruptly, something shifted. Space itself was shattered into a multitude of fragments, and each of those fragments broke into something else, and it was distorted shifting changi-

I promptly blacked out, feeling something about me - my very essence, what made me me - changing as I did so...

______

And then suddenly I was awake again. Only this time, it was in a distinctly different environment, and there were people surrounding me.

"Wait, wait, what?!" I yell, abruptly standing up. And as I did so, a number of things quickly came to light.

One, that tower out of the window looked very familiar. Two, my yell had drawn the attention of the numerous other people sharing the space with me, many of which had surprisingly saturated clothing and...strangely exotic looking _weapons._ Someone had a hammer strapped across her back, another person had a bow, and...

...did she have a tail?

I blinked and shook my hand - but before I could bring my hands up to my eyes to rub them, a frock of orange(!) hair went into my eyes. Recoiling a bit, my hands went up not to my eyes, but my head instead...and they immediately came back with the sensation of something tied up in my hair.

I still wasn't sure what had happened or where I was or...what my body looked like, even, but it was quite clear that something had happened and all of those people were beginning to stare and murmur and-

I brushed past the immediate crowd, head held low, murmuring one kind of excuse or another. What was coming out of my mouth wasn't a huge concern at the moment, because right now I only had one thing in mind:

Get the fuck out of here and figure out what the hell just happened.

But of course, before that could happen-

"Oof!" I exclaimed, as I rather suddenly ran into someone that was just entering. Shaking my head once more - and discounting the feeling of the wrong hair and the wrong bow - I blinked again as realization hit me.

Jesus Christ I just knocked over [i]Blake Friggin' Belladona.[/i]

___

From her point of view, Blake could see that the person that knocked her over - and was currently laid on top of her - was none other than Penny herself. And from her dilated "pupils" and her tense body language, she was panicking about something.

...also, it immediately became obvious that she was very heavy.

 

[Xanah]

"Cloud?" I ask questioningly while trying to peel the sniffling boy (@fallintolife) off of me. He isn't heavy or anything, but it's getting kind of akward. Also, I think he's getting snot on my shirt.

Click to shrink...

He doesn't get it?

"C'mon! Giant Sword, Pauldron, one Sleave? Tell me somebody here has played Final Fantasy VII? It's a classic!"

 

[fallintolife]

Sky 'Actual Teenage Girl' Lark
On A Fucking Airship
The Daystar Is Present

~

"Sorry, sorry," Sky steps back, realizing that throwing yourself at a trained fighter is not the smartest thing, especially if they've all just landed in their bodies as recently as he has. "I swear I'm not like this normally... I just... Bro. Bro, I don't have to be a racist." He swipes at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "I don't have to be a racist!"

He's stuck on it. His last life - and woah, there's a rabbit hole of 'where is the real Sky Lark' and 'am I dead in my other body' that he's not ready to go down yet - was spent being the subject of racism both subtle and overt, and he doesn't want to put that on anyone. He half-wants to apologize to Velvet right now, and find a minute to apologize to Blake in private, just because of the shit his team did to them in theoretical future.

Taking a deep breath, Sky puts a hand out, ignoring the insanity around him. "Sorry. Lemme start again? I'm - apparently - Sky Lark, and I'm not a racist."

@Theaxofwar

 

[Theaxofwar]

He doesn't get it?

"C'mon! Giant Sword, Pauldron, one Sleave? Tell me somebody here has played Final Fantasy VII? It's a classic!"

Click to shrink...

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

I sigh. "Never played those games, I was always more of a reader than a gamer." Well, I used to be. "Did either of you two play Final Fantasy VII?" I ask, gesturing at Coco and Velvet. Seriously, I really hope they aren't actually themselves, that would be so awkward.

Sky 'Actual Teenage Girl' Lark
On A Fucking Airship
The Daystar Is Present

~

"Sorry, sorry," Sky steps back, realizing that throwing yourself at a trained fighter is not the smartest thing, especially if they've all just landed in their bodies as recently as he has. "I swear I'm not like this normally... I just... Bro. Bro, I don't have to be a racist." He swipes at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "I don't have to be a racist!"

He's stuck on it. His last life - and woah, there's a rabbit hole of 'where is the real Sky Lark' and 'am I dead in my other body' that he's not ready to go down yet - was spent being the subject of racism both subtle and overt, and he doesn't want to put that on anyone. He half-wants to apologize to Velvet right now, and find a minute to apologize to Blake in private, just because of the shit his team did to them in theoretical future.

Taking a deep breath, Sky puts a hand out, ignoring the insanity around him. "Sorry. Lemme start again? I'm - apparently - Sky Lark, and I'm not a racist."

@Theaxofwar

Click to shrink...

"Okay then?" I say confusedly. I mean, the character he was inhabiting was racist, but that didn't mean he was. Having said that "But you better keep Cardin in check if he ends up on your team, or else." I may not actually know Velvet, but she is still a teammate, and teammates look out for one another.

 

[fallintolife]

Sky 'Incredibly Embarrassed' Lark
On A Fucking Airship
Probably Morning

~

Sky snorts, a hint of the person before emerging. "As if I'd let that happen. Just you wait."

He flips a hand, letting the guy get back to his conversation, and started walking away.

Then, the realization of what he'd just done sunk in. Oh, god, he'd probably gotten snot on that guy's shirt. Fffffff--

 

[Chronobreak]

"Well, that depends, does the word America mean anything to you?" Considering two continents have America in the name, I have trouble imagining anyone in our world hasn't at least heard the word. However, America doesn't exist in Remnant, so this was a perfect test.

Click to shrink...

I stared at him with my most unamused expression. Which is very unamused.

"What kind of question is that asshole?"

Pff. America. Fuck America.

Wait.

Sky 'Mid-Panic Attack' Lark
Apparently On A Fucking Ship, Boats Are Small
Too Fucking Anime Out

~

'Sky' is working himself into a right and proper panic attack when he hears something utterly nonsensical. Shorter than Napoleon? The original little man complex? The French asshole--

Oh god. Oh god, yes. Sky shoots to his feet, overshoots by a lot, and catches himself on a nearby railing. He's about to do something incredibly stupid, but either this is actually a dream and it won't matter, or he's just found something (someone?) amazing.

He lurches over to the upperclassman (Yatsuhashi, he reminds himself), and stares at him. There's about four inches of height between them, but Sky rocks upward in a little gesture to try closing the gap. "Did you... just say...."

Tears form at the corners of Sky's eyes. If he's not the only one who's suddenly someone else - Napoleon doesn't exist in RWBY, right?! - then he doesn't have to be an asshole racist. He doesn't have to be definitely-a-boy. He falls forward, arms out. Unless Yatsuhashi dodges him - super easy, Sky is basically a puppy right now - the tall man is going to end up with an armful of weepy teenage boy.

"Thank you," he sniffles, completely at odds with his douchebro haircut and compensating-for-something giant halberd.

@Theaxofwar

Click to shrink...

My stomach tied into knots. Public displays of affection made me jelly.

"You know what? I'll leave you with your boyfriend. Your a very cute couple."

The bluehaired boy (?) looked downright deprived. Poor guy. I bet he'll feel better in the morning after spending the night with his bae.

I should go. Before he starts bitching at me for calling his boyfriend an asshole.

Yeah, its obvious who the sub is.

Time to get out of dodge.

He doesn't get it?

"C'mon! Giant Sword, Pauldron, one Sleave? Tell me somebody here has played Final Fantasy VII? It's a classic!"

Click to shrink...

Cue the cringe. C'mon, Kingdom Hearts my main man. Don't be a dip.

"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

Click to shrink...

I kind of flopped out of there (my legs felt really weird) and bump into someone legs.

An instinctive apology started to leave my lips before my head cracked against marble.

I looked and -.

Close your mouth, Russel, its rude to stare. Despite myself I poked her and winced as my finger met heavy resistance.

"Your are swoll."

I look up at the brilliantly red model. Now, I usually didn't fall for these kind of trappings, but (rapid averting of eyes and flushing of features) she was frikkin packed. Like, I think she could have beaten up my Dad AND my Mom.

"What do you eat girl?" I shot up off the floor after that, very conscious of the fact that everyone on the ship thing (wait, where the fuck was I?) were watching me.

"Oh, I'm Russel." I stood up with no complication, my embarrassment overpowering my unease. Why did my body feel so weird?

...wait, what was this thing in my undies?

Now that I take a good luck at her...that was impressively red hair. Looked natural to. Weren't people supposed to hate gingers? I never
understood that. It was very cute.

With my eyes roaming down, I noted that the chick was wearing a bronze leotard, which I can confirm felt like metal. Looking behind her, I could see what looked like a javelin. Why did-.

I pat my hands against my side. I had weapons to. Two short swords with strange grooves on the hilt. Sweet.

"You have beautiful eyes." Harry Pot reference, really King?

She did have very pretty green eyes though. I've never seen anything like it before.

"Hablas la idioma de dios?"

She looked kind of Spanish. Like, Spain Spanish. I know they spoke Castille, but surely she would understand me? I would feel better, knowing someone I could talk to in my second language.

 

[Xanah]

I sigh. "Never played those games, I was always more of a reader than a gamer." Well, I used to be. "Did either of you two play Final Fantasy VII?" I ask, gesturing at Coco and Velvet. Seriously, I really hope they aren't actually themselves, that would be so awkward.

Click to shrink...

Hearing tall guy's explanation actually made more sense than I'd expected, nodding at him I replied. "Fair enough, not like gaming was a mandatory thing on Earth. Anyway, I'm Fox, Fox...Alistair I think? Formerly Xalgeon of Sufficient Velocity, What's your names?"

 

[TheFictionAddict]

(ROUND 1!)
Yang "Revoked Man-card" Xiao Long
Going on a trip, in my not-favourite not-a-rocketship!
This completely unsubtle Morning. Like, Wow.

---

Okay, wow. These people. The Subtle is Fail within them.

Like, can't we do this later?

But then again...Ozpin. He probably has cameras everywhere ...


Gah!
"Well. These people are weird.
Like, Earth? Is that a...game of some kind, I don't even..."

I stared at him with my most unamused expression. Which is very unamused.

"What kind of question is that asshole?"

Pff. America. Fuck America.

Wait.



My stomach tied into knots. Public displays of affection made me jelly.

"You know what? I'll leave you with your boyfriend. Your a very cute couple."

The bluehaired boy (?) looked downright deprived. Poor guy. I bet he'll feel better in the morning after spending the night with his bae.

I should go. Before he starts bitching at me for calling his boyfriend an asshole.

Yeah, its obvious who the sub is.

Time to get out of dodge.



Cue the cringe. C'mon, Kingdom Hearts my main man. Don't be a dip.



I kind of flopped out of there (my legs felt really weird) and bump into someone legs.

An instinctive apology started to leave my lips before my cracked against marble.

I looked and -.

Close your mouth, Russel, its rude to stare. Despite myself I brushed poked her and winced as my finger met heavy resistance.

"Your are swoll."

I look up at the brilliantly red model. Now, I usually didn't fall for these kind of trappings, but (rapid averting of eyes and flushing of features) she was frikkin packed. Like, I think she could have beaten up my Dad AND my Mom.

"What do you eat girl?" I shot up off the floor after that, very conscious of the fact that everyone on the ship thing (wait, where the fuck was I?) were watching me.

"Oh, I'm Russel." I stood up with no complication, my embarrassment overpowering my unease. Why did my body feel so weird?

...wait, what was this thing in my undies?

Now that I take a good luck at her...that was impressively red hair. Looked natural to. Weren't people supposed to hate gingers? I never
understood that. It was very cute.

With my eyes roaming down, I noted that the chick was wearing a bronze leotard, which I can confirm felt like metal. Looking behind her, I could see what looked like a javelin. Why did-.

I pat my hands against my side. I had weapons to. Two short swords with strange grooves on the hilt. Sweet.

"You have beautiful eyes." Harry Pot reference, really King?

She did have very pretty green eyes though. I've never seen anything like it before.

"Hablas la idioma de dios?"

She looked unmistakably Spanish. I would feel better, knowing someone I could talk to in my second language.

Click to shrink...

..Screw it.

"No, Pyrrha here ain't no Mexican lady, bub. She's from Mistral. Yes..?"
I aim that last, pointed yes at "Pyrrha".

Oh gwob. Hope Ruby doesn't freak out...
(( @UbeOne ))

 

[Theaxofwar]

Hearing tall guy's explanation actually made more sense than I'd expected, nodding at him I replied. "Fair enough, not like gaming was a mandatory thing on Earth. Anyway, I'm Fox, Fox...Alistair I think? Formerly Xalgeon of Sufficient Velocity, What's your names?"

Click to shrink...

"I'm Yatsuhashi, formerly know as Theaxofwar from Sufficient Velocity. What about you two?" I ask, glancing over at Coco and Velvet.

 

[Chronobreak]

(ROUND 1!)
Yang "Revoked Man-card" Xiao Long
Going on a trip, in my not-favourite not-a-rocketship!
This completely unsubtle Morning. Like, Wow.

---

Okay, wow. These people. The Subtle is Fail within them.

Like, can't we do this later?

But then again...Ozpin. He probably has cameras everywhere ...


Gah!
"Well. These people are weird.
Like, Earth? Is that a...game of some kind, I don't even..."


..Screw it.

"No, Pyrrha here ain't no Mexican lady, bub. She's from Mistral. Yes..?"
I aim that last, pointed yes at "Pyrrha".

Oh gwob. Hope Ruby doesn't freak out...
(( @UbeOne ))

Click to shrink...

The Flying Blade Russel Thrush

I punched her in the face for implying I spoke like a Mexican. No Mexicans.

Wait, no, I take that back! I love you Alex! It was just a unfortunate response I swear.

I needed to visit Alex. See if he was recovering well.

...

"Oh, sorry for punching you in the face blondie. No hard feelings? You look fine. I'm not a Truxican. Don't be racist Aryan scumbag."

Wait, no her eyes were purple.

"You have pretty eyes to. Like amethyst."

I glance at the other girl. Woah, silver eyes?

"You to short stack. Wait, do I have pretty eyes?"