Hello everyone, welcome to the first chapter of my newest story Fate/Beacon(Name is totally pending by the way) a story I put together with the help of a friend who got me into Fate/Zero and the other variations in this series. I thought it looked awesome and I've done a few other RWBY stories and I thought why not give it a shot? Big note I have made a few definite changes to the historical lore in Remnant and on some of the aspects if you're aware of how the Fate series operates in trying to bring the two together, namely that people know about magic, it's sorta like Howl's Moving Castle, some people can use it, most can't and they accept it but there are still some secrets. The characters especially will be different, some will be masters, some will be servants, some will have similar backgrounds and others will have theirs almost completely rewritten but I won't compromise personality if I can help it. Anyway I hope you enjoy this whether you're a fan of Fate, RWBY, or both and thank you for giving it a shot. (POV story like my others, just a writing preference of mine) - Mojo1586

"…" – Spoken

'Italics' - Thought

(Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or its characters, they belong to Monty Oum of Roosterteeth Productions, and those characters you see not from the show like the main character are my own OCs for the purpose of the story. Enjoy) - Mojo1586

Chapter 1 - A Beginning

-Prologue-

Legends. Stories scattered and told throughout the annals of time.

Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, those that stood above their peers in strength, mind, or valor.

Man itself, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of untold destruction, the creatures of Grimm, set their sights on man and all of his creations.

These forces clashed and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void. However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools and knowledge that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust." a discovery that soon led to the development of what is today known as "Magic".

Those that could draw on Dust's extraordinary properties and from the well of power within themselves, the mages, led the way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life. With the power to rewrite the laws of Remnant, to hold the power of the elements in hand, these few did battle with the Grimm and drove them back into the shadows from whence they came, leaving them to plague the darkest depths of Remnant forevermore.

But this was not the end. According to legend, the mages in their constant pursuit of knowledge and understanding discovered something incredible. Dust, the purest form of magic, power, and life, had a source, one that could be accessed and was theorized by Remnant's greatest minds to be capable of granting such power that the wielder's will could become reality.

The power to grant any wish.

It was soon found that this mighty object, this "Holy Grail", could only wielded by those that it itself chooses, those with the sufficient power, and will, to make use of it. The conflicts fought between those the Grail chose were terrible, and threatened the peace that was so hard to achieve.

In the wake of the destruction, rules were put in place and the ritual to bring forth the mythic object established. Seven was the number of potential wielders the Grail and its power chose so seven "Masters" would do battle through the Servants, familiars of the highest rank drawn from the Grail that take on the form and consciousness of heroic figures of history and legend, the same legends that mankind held so dear, in a war with the one left standing poised to take their prize.

The prize of a wish, the power to become legend.

-Weiss Schnee-

It was ice cold in the darkened stone room where I now stood, the basement of the Schnee family's estate here in Vale. It had to be to preserve the integrity of the various alchemical and literary components which lay inside. I'd been maybe five years old the last time I'd been down here, when father had taken me from my music lessons and made it abundantly clear that this would be my future, my purpose for living. Over a decade of preparation, planning, and sacrifice…

"And it all starts today." I murmured, staring about at the neatly organized rows and rows of shelves laden with books, at the beakers and jars filled with various colored substances and shapes before finally coming to a stop on the intricate circular symbol etched and painted into the floor.

It had taken most of the day to get this room and the house above into proper order despite the help's shameful dismay, at least by my standards, forcing me to actually skip today's lectures at Beacon.

'As if I didn't know enough to teach the classes already. Better than even the teachers I'd wager...' I thought to myself, grinning with pride. 'Today was a day of triumph, the realization of everything the Schnee family has been striving for, generations in the making.'

I moved to my bag, placed near the entrance of the room as I'd walked in, removing a light wooden box emblazoned with the Schnee logo, holding it before me reverently. 'Tonight is the night I become a Master!'

"What is this supposed to be?" I asked Winter, nudging the strange box curiously with a freshly manicured finger before glancing up at my sister, the other white haired girl sipping her tea dismissively.

I had to admit I'd been surprised to hear from her after months of little to no contact since I'd come to Vale to attend Beacon Academy, even more surprised that she'd requested a meeting. So here we sat in the richest little cafe I could find. "Your giving me an early birthday present? I intended to go back to Atlas later next month during the break." I said, flinching as my sister rounded on me eyes flashing dangerously.

"Really? You actually think that I would fly all the way from Atlas personally to deliver a birthday present?" the other Schnee chided me harshly, giving me a look that would've split a glacier. I felt myself sinking further into my seat, glancing down at the small cup in front of me, my reflection staring me back in the amber liquid's surface. "No, this is from father. He says it's time."

My head shot up immediately, so fast my neck ached in protest but I ignored it, mind fully intent on what my elder sister had just told me. "It's time? Impossible, the last war was less than thirty years ago. The ritual requires a minimum of at least sixty before it's able to recover enough Mana to be attempted again!" twenty-two years ago to be exact, twenty-two years since the last battle for the Holy grail where seven masters, one of which having been my grandfather, had fought for the right to wield it's power. twenty-two years since he'd been brutally murdered by one of the others in the attempt.

"It caught father by surprise as well, though he suspects that since the last ritual was such a failure, the grail must've been able to recover its mana reserves more quickly than usual." the other heiress explained casually. 'That does make sense I suppose...' I wondered, the last ritual had been a complete massacre, no one, servant or master from that war had been left standing to take the grail when it appeared. "Considering you're the one with the greater power I would've thought you of all people would've been able to sense that yourself?" her eyes widened suddenly, grabbing for my wrist and hoisting it onto the table, ignoring my squeak of alarm and pain. The other patrons looking away after noting our attire and the Schnee company logo on Winter's suit jacket, not wanting to get themselves involved, "Look, I can even make out the signs."

I chanced a glance down at my wrist, noting the series of what looked to be bruises near where her hand held me fast. 'I thought those were from fencing!?'

"Father was right to send me after all if you can't even do this correctly." Winter sneered, a dark smile forming across her pretty face as I held my arm clutched to my chest, "Unfortunately my presence is required in Atlas for what will likely be the duration of the conflict, leaving you to your own devices. I'm only here now because of this." she nudged the box closer to me, smile now replaced by a look of jealousy. "We couldn't trust the key to our victory to some random courier."

I cautiously reached down, looking towards Winter's face as if for permission before taking a peek inside, heart racing as I beheld the contents. "I-Is this...Is this genuine?" I instantly felt stupid just for asking, of course it was genuine, father wouldn't send something like this unless he was absolutely certain of its authenticity.

"Your catalyst for the summoning, excavated from the Hill of the Two Sisters a week ago." Winter noted with no small amount of pride, "We lost a lot of faunus to the Grimm, and then there was a small scuffle with some mercenaries on the site. Likely sent by some other mage family in an attempt to raid it before we got there, all dealt with from what we could see but I father "suggests" that you commence with the ritual immediately and summon your servant, don't want to lose out now do we?" I nodded, knowing better than anyone what a "suggestion" from father meant. 'Do it or don't bother showing your face again.'

Winter drank the last of her tea and stood, giving me one last cold look before nodding to the box. "My thoughts, try and shoot for Saber if you can." she left right after that, speeding off in the limo leaving me staring down at the marks on my wrist, my ticket to legend, just beneath the fresh set of bruises.

"Alright…" I glanced about the room one last time, making sure everything was perfect, precisely in its place, nothing out of order, 'It all has to be perfect.' I stressed, placing drops of liquid silver and iron towards the center of the circle, powdered calcium mixed with different Dust types spaced evenly towards the cardinal directions, and a dozen other various alchemical additives littered the space. "I think that's almost everything." I closed my eyes, muttering a quick incantation that lit the wrought iron braziers space along the wall with a pale white light, staring down at the tattered piece of what once must've been a blood red cloak I held clutched in my dominant hand.

The summoning of a Heroic spirit was perhaps the most critical moment to master seeking the grail, the battle won potentially being won or lost based on the outcome and which spirit was summoned. Only two things were ever truly certain, that the one summoned would be a figure worth of a heroic presence in history or lore for some deed or another that set them apart, the grail would settle for nothing less, and that whatever or whoever was summoned would be fit into one of seven different classes.

From what I'd been taught these classes could sometimes vary depending on various details or circumstances but usually held within the classes of Archer, Lancer, Caster, Rider, Berserker, Assassin, and Saber.

For my ritual I was going to attempt to summon Saber, a balanced sword wielder and generally regarded as the most powerful class of servant, the previous Sabers generally performing well in the last few wars, often reaching the final two or three if not winning outright.

'Grandfather had summoned Saber though, and look where it got him...' my mind brought up traitorously. I pushed the offending thought aside, slipping into the calm cool confidence that I'd been taught to embody since I was a little girl learning at the heels of some of the most learned instructors, my father chief among them. 'This is where I thrive, this is what I was born for.' I told myself, moving to the center of the circle, holding out my arm and closing my eyes, focusing my Aura, influencing my magical wavelength using the leyline of this house as an anchor. With a hesitant heart I began reciting the incantation I had memorized by heart.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the lord of contracts be the foundation.

Let Red be the color I pay tribute to.

Let rise a wall against the swift wind that shall fall.

Let the four cardinal gates close swiftly...

Guide thyself from the hilltop, follow the forked road leading to the kingdom."

The circle began glow and shift beneath me, pulsing as if in time with my heart.

"Let it be declared now;

My will creates your body, and my fate shall be with your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.

Answer, if you would submit to this this truth, to obey my will and reason.

Unaware of loss, nor aware of gain.

I have no regrets. This is the only path"

I felt my resolve flutter at the words, at the sudden rush of power behind their meaning but stood firm, pushing aside all distraction as a rush of air began to whirl around the room, disturbing the careful piles of paper I'd spent so long organizing and blowing out the candles, shrouding the room in darkness except for the glow of the seal. 'Almost there!'

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,

come forth from the circle of restraint, hunter of the holy balance!"

I cried out the last few syllables, barely able to bask in the completion of the ritual before a sudden burst of power swelled, blasting the me back a few feet in a puff of crimson smoke, harsh winds and...rose petals?

I sat there dazed, feeling my Aura and Mana drain from me, a signal that the ritual had gone well, or completely and horrendously wrong. a red glow catching my eye as the marks on my wrist twisted, forming an intricate snowflake design, the command seals, 'a success!'

A coughing fit broke me from my reverie, drawing my attention to the small huddled form sitting in my circle, ringed by rose petals, sporting shoulder length dark red hair and wearing a long crimson cloak the same color as the catalyst I'd used. She sneezed again, what were indeed rose petals slowly fading into motes of light as she looked around inquisitively with a pair of silver eyes that glowed even in the dim light.

"Huh?" I gaped open mouthed, examining the little girl who only looked to be a bit taller than I was, not the battle hardened, sword wielding battle master I'd been expecting. 'Father won't be happy to hear this.' I groaned inwardly, head slumping to the floor as exhaustion took me, a high pitched cry of alarm being the last thing I heard before passing out.

-Jaune Arc-

"UWAH!" I yelped, shooting upwards with my sheets clutched in my hands pulled tightly to my chest, panting as I stared around the room in a cold sweat. Once I was sure there was no present danger I became more aware of my surroundings, in particular the blaring Beowolf style alarm clock howling through the room doing its best to blow out mine and my roommate's eardrums.

"Dude!" Neptune grumbled, rolling over in his bed as he pulled his pillow over his ears, eyes squinting as light poured in through the window "NOT COOL!" I made a grab for the clock, only managing to knock it away and fall clear off the bed landing headfirst onto the hardwood floor.

'Man they are not kidding about the name...' I grimaced painfully, rubbing at what was sure to be a nasty bruise on the back of my head through my blonde hair as I reached for the clock.

"Do you really need to be up this early?" the blue haired student asked, apparently giving up on sleep, throwing his pillow at me instead, "Back at Haven we actually had a concept, sleeping in, ever hear of it?"

I sighed, getting to my feet and stretching before moving to my closet to change, "C'mon man you know this is the only time to get a good meal, otherwise all the big wigs get first bite and we dregs get stuck with the leftovers." Neptune muttered something dark about his opinion on the matter but I'd already tuned him out, trying instead to figure out what exactly had happened to make me freak out that.

'Had to have been a nightmare or something but why can't I remember it then.' I remembered a voice talking to me, then some bright flash of light and then...'Oh well, just a dream right, nothing to worry about.' I scratched at my head before noting what looked to be a few dark bruises on the back of my hand. "Huh, when did this happen?" Probably the fall just now, must've hit it on the edge of my bed or something, that's it. 'Bad start but think of the day ahead, mom always said to keep positive.'

From the display on the clock I had just enough time to get a decent breakfast before my Basic Alchemy lecture with Professor Peach, after that came Magical History with Doctor Oobleck, and finally rounding off with Invocation & Zoology with Peter Port himself. Then from there it's working the bar the whole the night at Junior's.' I groaned, slumping my head against the cabinet door. 'This wasn't exactly what I expected when the headmaster offered me a place here.' I'd thought that learning mage craft would be all flashy spells, incredible adventures to incredible places, extravagant parties...'Or at least parties where I'm not the one serving drinks and hauling out drunks throwing up all over themselves.'

"Save me some bacon!" Neptune called out as I left the room, working on my tie as I made my way through the ornate stone carved halls of Beacon Academy. One of the largest and most renowned schools of magic on the face of Remnant, the enormous stone castle had a reputation to live up to and it showed everywhere I looked, winding staircases, well equipped lecture halls, a very well stocked kitchen... I felt my mouth watering as I walked into the hall and got myself a heaping pile of food, blank faced stone familiars working the kitchen as the few early birds like me got in their last good meal before classes started, or at least were attempting to anyway.

"What's your deal freak!?" a muscle bound boy with slick backed burnt orange hair said with a smirk as he pulled on a pair of floppy brown rabbit ears protruding from one girl's head, "Making me waste time looking at your freakish face while I could be eating with my friends here." He waved a hand to three other boys, his thugs.

I gritted my teeth, fist clenched. Cardin Winchester was essentially an incredibly vivid example of everything wrong with Beacon academy, a bully who picked on others and got away with it simply by the grace of his lineage. The Winchesters being a large family famous for powerfully gifted heirs, a nation's worth of financial power, and a sadistic streak that ran for miles. Cardin and those like him often picked on others, those with weaker ties to magical houses and in his case the Faunus, hybrids of man and animal who more often than not simply wished to be left alone.

"Well? Don't you have something to say freak?" he gave the girl's ears another painful tug.

"Stop! That hurts!" the Faunus cried out, beating at his hand ineffectually. "Please."

I don't know how it happened but suddenly I was stumbling along, my plate flying towards Cardin's face. The brute having barely anytime to react before receiving a face full of scrambled eggs and oatmeal, flailing back. The Faunus looked at me in surprise but I just mouthed the word "Run" to her. She gave me a quick nod and a shy smile before bouncing away, 'Alright, played the dashing hero, saved the fair maiden, and now to make my quick exit.' yeah right…

Cardin had his fist on my collar before I'd even taken a step, red faced and fuming as the remnants of my breakfast dribbled down his face, though at the sight of me an evil smile crept along his face sending a chill down my spine. "Hey Jauney boy, thought you could get away now did you, especially after making such a big mess."

"Me? Get away? No, I was just…" I woke up with Neptune crouched above me, head ringing like a gong, or maybe that was the bell, I couldn't really be sure.

"Cardin?" my roommate asked simply, shaking his head as I nodded before helping me shakily off the floor, "What did he do this time?"

"He was picking on a faunus girl, bunny ears, long brown hair…" I groaned, trying to correct the sudden issue I had with balance, 'Guess my reinforcement was a bit off' I supposed, muttering a few quick words, feeling the magic flow through me as it worked to heal my injuries. Body reinforcement and healing seemed to be the only two things I could do particularly well, it was what got me invited to attend this school in the first place, that and my apparent "incredible" mana reserves. Didn't really matter much though, didn't have the talent to draw on it and my other skills just equated to "Hey beat me up more and get creative with it, I'll just fix myself up afterwards."

"Velvet?"

"I think so...wait you know her?"

"2nd year, incredibly talented and sweet if a bit on the shy side, very pretty and a symbol to aspiring faunus mages everywhere." Neptune rattled off with a sly grin, "Dude seriously? I know every lady here." I laughed, clapping him on the back as we walked, well he walked I sorta just leaned on him for support, to class. "You know Jaune, the hero thing is cool and all but you sorta need to be conscious to get the girl."

"You're a really supportive friend, you know that?"

"Hey, I try my best."

"Oi! Arc!" I looked over my shoulder as Coco Adel strutted down the hall designer heels clacking on the stone floor, drawing alongside me as we fought against the flow of students leaving to go do whatever it was they did throughout the day be it work, studying, doing research. "You got a minute?"

I didn't really, the next airship to Vale left in a few minutes and I still needed to grab my uniform from my locker but she didn't need to know that. "Uh, sure what's up?" This was...odd, Coco being one of the wealthier students there was no reason for her to even be seen conversing with me, especially given that she was a second year like Velvet.

"I'm looking for Schnee, seen her around anywhere?"

"W-Weiss?" I stuttered, giving the student that bumped into me a quick apology, "No why do you think I would know anything?"

"Well, you're stalking her aren't you?" wow, she managed to say that sentence without making it sound as if that wasn't a totally out there statement. A fact I hopefully made clear as I gaped at her.

"W-What are you...?! Who told you I was stalking her? Not that I am of course that would be an uncomfortable breach in her personal privacy and that's not okay. Look I had a crush on her but she turned me down, sure it was crushing, especially after the whole guitar serenade in the dining hall thing, but I'm over her totally, no…!" I was stopped by a finger on my lips, "Okay I'll shut up now."

"Thank you Arc. "Coco muttered, removing her sunglasses as she kneaded the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Sorry to bother you but I thought there may've been some off chance you'd know where she might be, girl's been gone for two whole days now and we're supposed to be working on a research thesis for Port."

"Really?" I put a finger on my chin, "That's weird." Weiss Schnee was one of the more advanced students in my year, some rumors had her at the level where she could probably have graduated if she'd wanted too but that didn't mean she disregarded classes. "Maybe she's just sick or something?"

"She's not in her room though." Coco replied before shrugging picking up her pace, giving me a lazy wave, "Ah well, if you see her around let her know I'm looking, and thanks for helping with Velvet today, it was sweet of you."

"No problem." I called back, watching her get swallowed by the crowd before remembering I had somewhere to be. 'Junior's gonna kill me!'

"Good work tonight kid…" I looked up from the pile of glasses I was cleaning, Junior looking down at me as he checked the register, comparing numbers to what was on his scroll, "you know when I hired you I was expecting I'd get some bratty punk who's only real use was impressing the clientele with some of those magey party tricks, not someone actually dedicated and can mix a decent drink, you got spirit."

"W-Wow, thanks sir." I stuttered at the compliment, almost dropping the glass as I bowed my head, managing to slop half the cups contents down my front. The large man just grunted, shrugging his massive shoulders as he gestured to the door, "I'll get the rest from here, you've got to head back to that school of yours right?" I nodded, cleaning myself off with a dish towel before muttering a quick work of thanks and running off. "But if you're late again you can just start looking for another job, spirit or no!"

'Nice to know I suppose.' I laughed, grabbing up my bag as I exited the club, giving one last wave to Melanie and Miltia, who, both pointedly ignored me before breathing in the cool, slightly polluted air of good old seedy downtown Vale as I started walking.

Working for Junior was rough, the man was a taskmaster of the truest sort, but he was fair if you proved yourself. 'And he pays well...' I gave the paycheck in my hand a goofy grin, it probably wasn't legal for a seventeen year old to be working in a club, especially one like Junior's but apparently I could pass for older, and the man wasn't exactly big on the law sometimes.

But hey if you ignored the shadier characters and backroom dealings it all worked out in the end. "With the tip money I should be able to have some lien leftover after Mom's share."

I was in the midst of a little impromptu victory dance when I heard it, shouts and the clash of what sounded like steel on steel coming from down an alleyway leading towards the industrial district.

'Could ignore it, none of my business anyway...' I thought, my mind racing one direction while my body moved on its own again, sneaking along the dimly lit path as quietly as I could manage, 'last airship takes off in a few minutes, you could still catch it and actually sleep in your own bed tonight.' No use I was already through the alleyway, coming out on the edge of a large fenced off perimeter and through there... 'What the hell?'

It was the only phrase I could think of in response to the scene in front of me which wouldn't have looked out of place in one of the old war history books Oobleck had us reading, the entire area looking as if a bomb had gone off and in the center of it all were two people moving faster than my eyes could follow.

One a small girl wearing a long red cloak wielding a massive scythe while the other sported a white bone like mask, bull like horns, and a black trench coat and battered black and red armor, fighting off the girl's fearsome weapon with nothing but a red bladed katana, each blow letting off shockwave after shockwave of destructive force. A third figure stood off to the side a short ways away, crouched behind a piece of debris and wearing a familiar white dress that I'd seen her wear around campus occasionally.

"Weiss!?" I blurted out, the two fighters stopping mid strike to stare at me in shocked surprise, the heiress on the other hand looked mortified, face paling at the mere sight of me.

The katana wielder let out a short tsk of annoyance, glancing from me to the hooded girl angrily, hand clenched on the handle of his sword. "Damn it, just when things get interesting a witness has to show up and spoil the fun." in that instant he was gone, just vanished clear from my line of sight as if he'd never been there.

"Archer! Stop him!" Weiss shouted to the girl, pointing at me desperately with a look of undisguised horror on her face, the hooded girl's weapon shifting into a bladed bow, an arrow of crimson light forming as she drew the string back.

'Why is she so…?" I thought dumbly before I felt a wet thud on my back, looking down I saw a blade slicked with blood, my blood I realized dully. The sword's length protruding from my chest before it withdrew just as quickly as it had struck, my legs giving out from underneath me, a red stain quickly spreading through my shirt and soaking the vest and tie Junior had given me on my first day. I opened my mouth but all that came out was a strangled cough, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth all while I tried to look up.

The Faunus stood above me dispassionately, head jerking to the side as he narrowly dodged an arrow that cratered the side of a nearby building letting loose a shower of rocky debris and rose petals, raising shouts and cries of alarm from nearby.

"Your bad luck human, wrong place, wrong time, least I got to feed my blade tonight though, thanks for that." and then he was gone again, my vision fading rapidly as I felt my life literally draining with each passing second.

'Oh my god I'm gonna die…' I thought with a start, tears in my eyes as I stared up at the cracked moon, 'I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna DIE!' and then Weiss was there, standing out starkly against the darkness, a pained expression on her face. 'Because of me, damn it even while I'm dying I screw things up!' It was funny but even with all this happening at once I still managed to dwell on the strangest things. 'I'd never made a name for myself, never became a hero like I told my sisters I would be, wow I never even kissed a girl...'

"Why can't you just heal him Weiss? You can do that can't you?" A high pitched voice asked nervously, I thought I could make out silver eyes but little else. "You're good at magic."

"It's not enough, that servant must have some sort of curse imbued on the blade, one that make the wounds it inflicts harder to heal, I need…" The white haired mage let out a cry of exasperation as she pulled out a few brightly colored stones, 'Dust'

"Hey uh you're sure about this, you could get hurt using that much…"

"I know you dolt! Just hold him down and don't question me!" Immediately I felt a small pair of hands with deceptive strength keeping me still, as if I could move much to begin with.

"Sorry..." The voice muttered apologetically, "I know this hurts a lot but trust me the feeling should fade soon." I let out another small cough, red flecks spreading everywhere. Was that really supposed to be comforting? 'She's right though, the pain is getting better.'

A complex string of words I barely understood and a bright flash of multi colored light were the last things I saw before the darkness took me, my consciousness fading to nothing.

-END

A/N: Hey all, thank you so much for the read. For you Fate fans I know that was sort of a familiar start but I thought it at least a little fitting and I promise now that I'll try to keep the comparison strictly to lore wise rather than scene wise as much as possible. At the moment this is just kind of a test thing I did out of interest but if you guys want more don't hesitate to say so, follows, reviews, let me know and I'll work this into my schedule if the interest is there. Also as with all my other stories feel free to comment, I don't know some of the lore I'm drawing on so if I get things wrong I'm sorry, just consider that this is a fanfic though and I'm sort of trying to mix two very different series into one. Main point is you guys make the story better with your input and I'd like to hear your thoughts if I could do better. - Mojo

EDIT 6/9/15: Making a bit of a change to the story, really just taking one character and choosing to use them another way that makes things way easier in the long run.

Edit 4/19/16: Hey everyone, going to start really trying to get this story moving again. Just wondering if people like the whole "Jaune works at Junior's club" bit. Honestly I've seen it done in other Fics but right now it's still early enough in the story that I can make the needed changes to have him working at a place like Tukson's and it wouldn't change things drastically. I do like the idea of introducing Tukson at some point, think I can do some stuff with the character.