Mika~ Before I begin, Special thanks to Yoshtar for letting me use Gaming for Glory's ideas.

Twisted~ You used teh what from teh who?

Mika~Yoshtar, and his story's ideas.

Twisted~ Oh. Kewl~

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Waking up to loud noises and bright lights is never a happy occurrence. Waking up in an unfamiliar location doesn't far fall behind on the suck level. Being mute like myself makes it terrifying. You can imagine how I reacted, then, when the same happened to me.

The noise was a simple, soothing violin piece, accompanied by a piano. Had it been any other time, I would have enjoyed it, but now I was looking around the room in a panic, trying to figure out where I was. The faint scent of smoke was in my nose, and I looked around, taking where I was in at.

A large bar, ornate bar, lit brightly by stark, almost glaring pinkish-white lights that reflected off the gilded, enamelled metal running along the dark oak bar and shelves. A beautiful, yet simple, stained glass window-like decoration sat in the middle of the bar, surrounded by an odd assortment of new and anciently old variants of spirits. A single colorful, padded stool sat against the wood of the bar, and gave off the impression it had sat there, alone, for centuries, yet also that it had seen many patrons resting atop it, drinking from the odd assortment of spirits no doubt. The warm candlelight reflected off both stool and bar warmly yet… Coldly, with an odd, almost astral or deathly air coming off them.

I blinked as a door opened, and the bartender turned the corner, polishing a glass and looking up at me. "Ah. Miss-... I suppose your name no longer applies, sorry." She turned, setting her glasses on the counter and smiling in what would have been warm, comforting even, in the circumstances. Not the case, unfortunately.

One eye was a pale, frosty white and blue, almost to the point she seemed to be blind if not for the obvious sharpness of her gaze. The other was nearly the exact opposite, pitch black with a menacing, almost evil looking, red eye. Yet, somehow, the latter was more human and welcoming than the former, as it exuded what felt like warmth and life and the other gave off a sensation of… Cruelty, finality and cruel conclusions. "By the way, why don't you try to speak?"

She smiled, almost a sneer on her right side where the pale eye sat, glaring amid the waterfall of black hair framing her pale face and neck, no doubt continuing down her back at least to her shoulders at the very least. The blouse and pants were both deceptively simple and straight cut, but the numerous zippers running along the legs and the odd puff in the blouse told another, well hidden and likely darkly dangerous, secret. She wore heeled boots as well, but from the ease with which she moved no one could doubt that they didn't hinder her in the slightest.

"Wha-" I croaked out, putting my hands over my mouth. "Oh my god, I-I can talk?"

"Congrats. Now then, to business." My eyes locked onto hers, still stunned by the revelation that I could talk now, and she smirked and grabbed herself a drink. "You have been specially selected to choose a new life." With another flourish, several cards appeared on the bar between us, and I took a seat when she gestured for me to do so. "Are you familiar with Remnant?"

"Yeah, I'm a fan of RWBY. W-Why?" I asked nervously, twirling my hair around my finger lightly for a moment.

"Congrats. You're going to Remnant. Pick a card, any card." She smiled both sinisterly and warmly, in direct spite of the inherent contradiction, and gestured at the cards on the bar.

I picked one up, halfway to flipping it before she put her hand on mine. "Tell you what- We'll keep this thing between us and let you decide, alright?"

She flipped over the card I was holding, and I blanched when I saw a picture of Penny on it. "This would've made you her sister, by the way. And a Gynoid." As she tapped the table, the cards flipped over, landing perfectly in unison. "Anyways, pick a card, any card." I took a look at the faces on the cards, All of them familiar faces from RWBY.

"Hold on, is that a Beowolf?!"

"That one's fun if you decide to mess with the system. Try it next time you're here- Last time somebody tried it, she taught a farmer how to fight. And got a bit of romance on the side. What was his name… Johhann Arc, that's right. Didn't they have a kid before she passed away due to friendly fire?"

Eventually, after much thought, I had chosen, gripping the card in my hand. "Good choice. I need you to answer these questions real quick though, okay? Cool. Favorite colors?"

"Silver." I said instantly and firmly, smiling, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Hm. Odd choice, but that's your name nonetheless, I suppose." She shrugged, smiling lightly through thin lips. "Semblance? You're an Earthling, so it's a lot more malleable than usual..."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll have an easier time adapting to your Semblance. That, and you have your own darkness sleeping in your soul that'll wake up when your Aura 'll probably give you multiple Semblances."

"Wait… So Earthlings have Aura? How don't we know this?"

"Earthling's Souls haven't been researched. There's a lot of myths and legends about it. Chakra. Aura. Magic. Whatever they called it, it existed. Which reminds me, you have a bit of Fox Faunus in your blood." She smiled at my reaction when I squeed slightly, and I blushed brightly.

"W-Wait, what? I'm part faunus?!" I nearly squeed, looking at my hands and blushing brightly when she chuckled, avoiding her gaze when I saw her teasing smile.

"Yeah. It's dormant due to Humanities' Aura never being activated. If you want me to trigger it, I can."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"That'll work… Hope you have a pleasant rebirth." She smiled sinisterly, leaning back away from the bar.

"What do you mean, re-" And then everything blacked out, the woman's laughter echoing in the darkness for a moment. .