Team DEVL
A RWBY-Danny Phantom crossover.
Chapter 1: Introductions
"Well this is another fine mess you've gotten us into, Daniel" Vlad Masters/Plasmius sneered, red eyes gleaming.
"Hey, you were the one who threw me into the nexus, V-Man." Danny Phantom shot back, intentionally using his father's nickname for his arch nemesis.
"Be that as it may, but now we are stranded here, in some Pariah-forsaken forest, with no way to get back, so pardon me if I need someone to take my anger out on!" The villainous hybrid bellowed, only to receive a fist to the jaw.
"Calm down Plasmius, getting mad at me won't help." Danny was surprisingly calm. "In fact, I think you just got the attention of the local wildlife." A loud roar sounded through the forest, and a massive, boar-like creature with pitch black fur, bone white armor plating, and four burning crimson eyes charged out of the tree-line. The monster made a beeline towards Plasmius, who tried to turn intangible and phase through the attack, but for some reason could not. The beast caught the halfa in the gut with one of its tusks, and sent Vlad flying. The creature then turned its primal gaze towards Phantom, who tried to fire a ghost ray at the beast, only to find that that power was not present either. Adapting quickly, Danny jumped out of the path of the creature's charge, lingering in the air long enough to realize he could still fly.
"At least that one works." He thanked the powers-that-be. Going on the offense, the halfa charged the monster head on, catching it by the tusks and flipping it onto its unarmored back. Flying high into the air, Phantom shot back down with the force of a cannon, slamming his arm through the monster's chest and holding it there until it stopped writhing and began to dissolve, like ash on the wind.
"Well, not so tough without your powers, now, huh Plasmius." Phantom quipped, the elder halfa sitting up, a hand clutched over the spot where the tusk had hit him, miraculously not piercing flesh.
"Your smart mouth isn't making our situation any better." Vlad glared.
"Really? At least whatever brought us here left me with some semblance of my powers. By the way, why don't you look in a mirror? Don't all narcissists keep one on them?" Danny snarked.
"I am not a narcissist!" Vlad snarled, "And what do mean, look in a mirror?" He noticed a small pool of water to his side, and looked at the reflection.
"This cannot be!?" He looked at the face starring back at him. His face had filled out some, retaining a chiseled appearance whilst simultaneously appearing more youthful. His goatee had completely vanished. His silver hair was still tied back into a ponytail, and his eyes were now a dull ruby red, akin to his ghost form.
"Nice look Plasmius, seems to suit you." Danny was laughing.
"Laugh it up, Daniel, but you don't appear to have gone unaltered either." Plasmius rolled his eyes.
"What are you talking about—Oh" Danny looked at his own reflection. His hair was now raven black on the back and sides, with a shock of snow white on top. His eyes were now an unearthly combination of ice blue and acidic neon green, and still retained their glow. "Huh" he sighed. As for their clothes, Danny was wearing his normal civilian wear, a hoodie over a t-shirt and jeans, with a pair of sneakers. Only they were now in alternating black and white, with seams and laces highlighted in neon green. Vlad was wearing his garb as Plasmius, only without the cape.
"Someone's coming." Danny's focus shifted from their current appearance to the new presence that had entered his sensory range. Whatever it was, it was powerful. The new presence entered the clearing, revealing himself to be an older-looking gentleman. The gentleman had silver hair and brown eyes, a pair of spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. He was wearing a three-piece suit in several shades of dark green, with a lighter green scarf around his neck. In his hand he held a gray cane with a silver handle.
"I was merely taking a stroll through the woods. Little did I know I would stumble upon two young men, unarmed, I might add, in the middle of a Grimm-infested forest." The man stated, seeming to assess the situation as he spoke.
"Well, we aren't from around here." Danny spoke sheepishly, hand subconsciously going to the back of his neck.
"That much I can tell. It was quite a shock to see someone flying under their own power." The stranger observed. The halfa's eyes widened. "Y-you saw that?"
"Indeed. Now, it would seem your friend could use some medical attention, and I believe we have much to discuss." The man offered Danny a hand, and he accepted.
"So, your telling me that this world is called Remnant, and these 'Creatures of Grimm' are trying twenty-four-seven to destroy mankind, and your part of an order of 'Huntsmen' who fight these creatures with powers you get from your soul." Danny was piecing together what the man had told him. The three of them were sitting at a table on the first floor of an inn at the edge of a village just outside the forest.
"Yes, and you're from another world, with powers of your own, which were somehow restricted in transit to our world." The man stated what little Danny had told him. Vlad was in no condition to argue, with bandages wrapped around his waist where the Grimm known as a Boarbatusk had wounded him.
"I run a school that trains huntsmen and huntresses. You two would most likely do well there. I can tell that you both possess great power. That kind of power can be dangerous in the wrong hands. I will see what I can do about getting you back home, but for now, my offer stands." The man took a sip of coffee.
"So, our options are either get eaten by monsters, or become these 'Huntsmen' you're talking about. Well, we don't have anything left to lose. You have yourself a deal, but I never did get your name." Danny extended a hand.
"Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy." Ozpin shook his hand.
"Danny Phantom, and my associate here is Vlad Masters." The halfa explained.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Phantom." Ozpin broke off the handshake.
"The semester starts in a week. I suggest you find weapons that would suit your combat styles. You can take a bullhead to Vale, and I trust you will be able to find your way from there." Ozpin left, a small stack of the currency known as Lien sitting on the table.
"So, that heroic streak of yours has roped us into a world with creatures that would like nothing more than to destroy everything with a soul, and you signed us up to fight these things!?" Vlad asked incredulously.
"You've been spying on me for who-knows how long, and you don't have a full list on powers?" Danny replied sarcastically. "For the past six months I've been developing the reach of my ghost sense. Now I can see the Auras of these people, and I feel the charge in the air. Something big is about to go down, and that Beacon place sounds like it'll be the center for whatever's about to happen. You may not care about anyone but yourself, but I won't sit idly by while innocent people are put in danger. So, you can either help me, or get out of my way."
"I believe I will take that headmaster up on his offer, if only to prevent you from doing something monumentally stupid." Vlad replied, sitting up in his seat. "Although it will take a while to get used to whole 'teenage again' thing."