RWBY: Self-Insert

Sounds of a plane landing fills my ears, making me mumble uncomfortably as I roll over on the hard plane chair.

Wait…

Hard plane chair?

I could've sworn I was in my room, sleeping on my bed after my family threw a HUGE party for me on my 18th birthday…

I quickly open my eyes to see myself inside a plane of some kind, surrounded by people my age wearing some sort of cosplay outfits.

Okay Sam, don't panic… Panicking never did anyone good… It would make me look like a fool if I freaked out of nowhere. Deep breaths and look around if you see anyone or anything you can recognize.

"Urk…"

Someone beside me sounds like he wants to puke… OH HELL NO!

I turn to the person, about to tell him to go straight to the bathroom [if there was one on this plane] and to not puke on me, when I suddenly freeze in shock.

The guy beside me is Jaune Arc.

Several curses that should not be repeated fill my head as I try to fight the headache that is rapidly approaching me.

When people said, 'Life goes downhill after you turn 18,' I didn't exactly expect to be pulled in an anime/webtoon that wasn't EVEN COMPLETED YET! How the hell did this happen? WHY AM I IN RWBY?! Why do I feel like a bad self-insert fanfiction?

I hear the Dust Plane's door open and watch Jaune immediately sprint out of the door, presumably to puke his guts out in the trashcan outside. I look down to remove the safety belt to freeze, once again, in shock.

Okay, MAYBE, and that's a big maybe, I can take being pulled across dimensions to be a self-insert in Vytal, but being dressed by whatever the hell brought me here is almost too much! Even though these clothes look awesome, I feel very, very violated right now…

I'm wearing somewhat tight fitting blue jeans, which, I guess, is mainly for mobility, a grey shirt with a light chestplate over it, two brown, fingerless gloves, and light brown boots that is comfortable and somewhat light. There is a utility belt on my person, with small handgun magazines strapped to it as well as a dirk [a bladed weapon which is too long to be a dagger, but too short to be a sword] which has a small switch on it's rather large handle, and a normal looking katana, both of which is sheathed next to each other. Next to me is a small bag with my name sewn on it. After carefully inspecting it, I could safely say that there are some Beacon Academy uniforms as well as some clothing that I assume might be sleepwear and some of the nighttime essentials. I lift the small bag with my right hand with ease and swing it over my shoulder, quickly leaving the plane.

I really don't know what's happening here. Many questions fill my head as I follow some students to the courtyard. Questions like, 'Why am I at Vytal,' and 'How did I get here,' almost got me screaming my head out. The most important question is this though. How am I going to get home?

As I ponder these questions, I stop to look at myself in the small fountain. Its reflection, thankfully, is the same as last time I looked in the mirror. I have somewhat messy black hair with light brown highlights on the tips, whose bangs cover one of my eyes, and dark brown eyes, which many people have mistaken as the color black. My skin color is lightly tanned and I look pretty tired. I take in another deep breath, and exhale slowly, trying to calm myself down. I need to find answers here. Answers to my questions and try to find a way home. If there is a way home…

I shake my head quickly, trying to rid myself of those pessimistic thoughts. There will be a way home. I just have to go along with this. Stay calm, and everything will be fine… It's a good thing I know how to use this katana though. I learned how to use katana (and other weapons) by watching other people, being taught by some legitimate teachers, and by playing some video games. I know what I can do in real life and what can't be done. Things like Demon Fang from the "Tales Of" games and stupidly fast sword swings can't be done in real life, so I just mimicked some of the more realistic attacks and learned how to block and dodge correctly. Hopefully the many things that I learned from Monster Hunter and Phantasy Star Online 2 help out here too.

*BOOM*

A large explosion draws my attention to the courtyard.

What the he- Oh wait that's Ruby and Weiss. A flash of yellow catches my attention to see Jaune, looking wide-eyed, staring at the rather large crater Ruby made. How did Ruby and Weiss survive something akin to a plastic explosive that has the power of Fire, Ice, and Lightning in it? Was it the Aura thing that the anime/webtoon was talking about that helped them survive an EXPLOSION of all things?

Aura… looks extremely overpowered…

After Weiss gets a verbal smack down from Blake, (wait where did Blake come from?), she walks away with a huff, ignoring Ruby's parting words. Blake follows suit, but walks in a different direction, probably trying to keep her distance from Weiss.

Ruby slumps down, looking at the sky sadly.

Jeez, she looks like a kicked puppy.

Jaune moves towards her, and I follow behind him. He reaches his hand towards her, smiling softly, as he waits for her to grab it.

"Hey, I'm Jaune." He says kindly.

"Thanks… Wait, aren't you the guy that vomited on the plane?"

I snort softly in amusement. For some reason, it's more amusing listening to the conversation in person.

"Well, at least he didn't blow up." I speak up, with a small smile on my face. "What a first day, right?"

Ruby blushes deeply as her namesake. I LOVE teasing people. No exceptions.

We walk in the direction that Blake walked toward. I took in the scenery while they talked about their new 'nicknames.'

"All I'm saying is that motion sickness is a larger problem than people let on." Jaune says, scowling slightly.

"Sorry, but Vomit Boy was the first thing that came to my mind."

"Well what if I called you Crater Face?" Jaune says teasingly.

"Wha- That was an accident!" Ruby shouts.

"Well the name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, the ladies love it!" Jaune says with a nervous smile.

"I bet they do." I snark, grinning.

"Do they?" Ruby asks.

"Um… Well… I hope they do." Jaune admits with a small blush. "My mom always says that- never mind. What're your names?"

"My name is Ruby Rose."

They both turn to me, waiting for me to introduce myself. Well I can't give out my real name… Maybe one of my aliases should do.

"My name is Samuel Remixed." I smile slightly, "It's nice to meet you both, and please, call me Sam, or Remix. Whichever name you two prefer."

"It's nice to meet you, Sam." Ruby says with a smile on her face.

"What she said." Jaune says shaking my hand.

We walk down the courtyard wordlessly. I take in the beautiful sights Beacon has to give with a calm smile on my face. This place looks absolutely beautiful…

"So… I got this."

Ruby pulls out her mechanized Death Scythe, sticking the tip of the blade into the ground.

Damn, that thing looks so badass up close.

Jaune gasps in shock, losing his composure, "Is that a Scythe?"

"It's a customizable scythe that is also a high impact sniper rifle." Ruby explains with a glint in her silver eyes.

"A what?" Jaune asks a little confused.

"It's also a gun." I elaborate, awed, "A VERY big gun…"

"Oh… That's cool!" Jaune says.

Ruby turns to me, her eyes glinting with excitement.

"So what weapon do you have?"

"They're definitely nothing like yours." I truthfully say, feeling a small bit emasculated.

Seriously, she can wield that scythe like it weighs nothing. My Katana and the Dirk have nothing on that thing.

I tap the dirk and katana that are strapped to my side. I then draw the katana out of the sheath with practiced ease. The blade looks rather simple, but it also looks really sharp. A cut from this would definitely be a deep one. I swing twice in an 'X' pattern, then sheathing the katana quickly. I draw the Dirk out of its sheath, accidently hitting the small switch. The Dirk transforms into a handgun with a blade on top of the barrel.

Okay… so that's what the handgun ammo on my utility belt is for.

"Oh, that's an Eagle's Talon!" Ruby shouts in excitement, "The weapon itself is pretty basic, but it's really versatile! The single edged sword though… I haven't seen anything like that before…"

Wow, she really is a weapons maniac. I got to admit though, it's kind of cute.

"This is a katana." I say, clicking the button on the gun to make it shift back to its Dirk shape, "It's an eastern weapon. It may be old fashioned, but it can get the job done."

I draw the katana once again and look at the blade. The blade looks like it's made of some sort of steel, but I don't know what kind of steel it's made of. There is also a small set of three orbs on the handle. I wonder what those are for…

"It looks really deadly." Jaune says, admiring the blade in front of him.

"Thanks." I turn to Jaune while sheathing the katana, "What about you Jaune? What weapon do you use?"

"I, uh… I got this sword." Jaune says, drawing his sword for us to see.

I tune out their words as I carefully look at the blade. I admit, a Sword and Shield are really outdated in this world's time, but if he can master it, he can do great things with them. He turns his sheath into a shield and I look at both carefully. They look like they've been taken really good care of. The blade looks extremely sharp and the shield looks like it can block the heaviest of blows. I know Jaune thinks of his weapons like old hand-me-downs, but did he care for them?

The sound of metal contacting stone breaks me out of my thoughts. Jaune dropped both his sword and shield clumsily. I kneel down and pick up the sword as Jaune picks up his shield. The sword he has is heavier than my katana and he can hold it like it's less than 5 pounds!

"Here," I hand him his sword, "Grip your sword in a firm grasp, but don't make your grip too tight. It should help you not drop your weapon in a critical moment."

"Thank you." Jaune mumbles with a small blush.

"You want me to teach you a few things?" I ask, "I used to use a sword and shield until I started learning how to use the katana."

By the way, I really like Jaune in RWBY. He may be a goofball, but he tries really hard to please his teammates and friends. Maybe I could push him a little, to make him a bit more confident in himself.

His eyes shine with an emotion I have seen in children when they've been offered something good. He has a look of hope in his eyes.

"Can you teach me?" Jaune asks, a small smile climbing on his face.

I nod. I taught myself how to use a sword and shield when I was a kid. It was really tough, but thanks to my friends, some teachers, and visual observation, I learned several ways to use a sword and shield. I wanted to learn how to use a sword and shield because I wanted to be the hero that saved the princess and slay the evil dragon. Sadly, real life put a stop to that mindset rather quickly. I never stopped learning how to use the sword however. I convinced my parents that it would help me defend myself from any potential dangers.

I turn to Ruby, who was putting away her weapon.

"Where did you get your scythe Ruby?" I ask.

Although I know the answer already, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"I made it." Ruby says with a proud smile.

"You made it?" Jaune asks with an awed look on his face.

"Yeah, every student in Signal forges their own weapons. I like your weapon Jaune." She says, smiling, "No one ever has appreciation for the classics these days."

"Yeah… Classics." Jaune says with a small frown.

"So why did you help me out in the courtyard Jaune?" Ruby asks curiously

"My mom always said that strangers are friends that you haven't met yet." Jaune says, his frown turning into a small smile.

We take a couple of more steps before Ruby speaks up.

"So… do you guys know where to go?" She asks.

"I have no clue." I say bluntly, "I was just following you two."

"I thought you knew where to go Ruby." Jaune says, "Do you think there's a directory somewhere? A food court of some kind? Is that a no?"

Ruby giggles, "Yeah, that's a no."

And so the search for the assembly room begins. I have a strong feeling that this little 'experience' will be either very good or very bad. Knowing my crappy luck, it'll probably be very bad. I made two friends today… Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Who am I kidding; this world is most likely going to get me killed.