It had been about a few hours since Ozpin left the infirmary, and the nurse just left a wrapped package containing the Beacon Uniform and a pair of black shoes. They fit me perfectly, as I had given the nurse my clothes sizes.

I'm glad she didn't ask about our boxers' size. Shift, as I had come to call the punk-ish sounding conscience, said. She would have been rather disappointed.

I don't want to know what you mean by that, Stoic said. I internally agreed with Stoic, as I felt rather insulted by Shift's comment.

Ozpin had also left me a golden Scroll, which was provided to all Beacon Academy students. As I slipped the device into my new pants' front pocket, I had to check on something. I was given a wallet, but no ID card. Maybe I had to sign up for one?

We could go ask Ozpin. Stoic suggested.

We're in a futuristic fantasy world. it's probably just tech-based! Shift shouted, as if it was the obvious answer. To be fair, it made sense. I pulled out my Scroll, and sure enough, it turned it on and was met with a blank student identification page. Clicking on a greyed out Avatar Icon, the Camera app activated facing me. For the first time ever, I took a selfie. I gave a small, hopefully friendly smile, tapped the capture icon, and saved it as my ID picture. I shrugged; I looked alright, so it should suffice. Then came my name.

"Ross…" I contemplated was my last name should be.

It should definitely something cool or badass. Shift suggested.

No, he should at least pick a name that doesn't draw too much attention.

I couldn't keep my last name here, it didn't have much of a sentimental anchor for me, as well as act as a bitter reminder of what happened; I still had my first name for that. I wanted a name that meant something to me. A name that could define what I could become.

"Ramsey." I said with finality, and typed it in.

Ross Ramsey? What, after Geoff?

Not necessarily. Old English roughly translates Ramsey to mean "island." And here we are, three souls in one body, like inhabitants of an island. Though, Geoff is quite the… interesting influence.

I didn't like thinking of my body as a vessel or an island, but Stoic's logic made sense. We would share this body through three separate consciences. I was really thinking of the more royal origin, the Egyptian pharaoh Ramses. Although, the Old English translation to "island" did tickle the small part of me that liked working toward an English degree, and Geoff Ramsey himself was a man that few men could match, and few people I knew could match his vigor or liver!

That's the spirit!

Nerds. At least Geoff's last name sounds cool.

You're us, therefore you are also a nerd.

I'm infected! Dear Lord or whatever Remnant Deity there may be, cleanse me of this curse!

I chuckled quietly at the sarcastically dramatic response from Shift as I filled in the rest of the ID page as best I could: My name, age, and phone number (automatically provided on the Scroll) were filled in. I was also given a dorm room number already, though I wasn't sure how I'd get to it.

Oh man, maybe they'll provide you with a foldable map or something in this super futuristic, sci-fi fantasy world.

"The sass wasn't necessary, Shift." I muttered, hoping no one was really listening. As per his accurate, albeit sassy, remark, I exited the ID page and searched around my Scroll's menu until I found a map of Beacon. It easily outlined the school floor by floor; I wouldn't get lost on my first day, unlike my first days in high school and college. My stomach growled loudly, and coincidentally, the nurse came by.

"That's a coincidence, I was just about to let you know you're officially discharged and able to start attending classes." She said, a motherly smile on her face.

"Thank you, ma'am." I nodded in gratitude.

"Now, go on out and get some lunch," She then instructed sternly. "You need to refill on some proper nutrients, immediately."

With that, she promptly kicked me out, and I was left to my own devices to find the cafeteria. With my Scroll, I was able to find the large dining hall in about ten minutes.

Wait a minute, I have a serious question. Shift suddenly said, just as I was about to enter the large room. I stepped aside to let other students pass through, keeping out my Scroll to create the illusion that I was busy texting or reading something.

"What's up, Shift?" I muttered, eyes glancing to either side of me for eavesdroppers.

Are we even in the timeline of the show?

That… is a good question. The map on our Scroll says nothing about the Vytal Festival grounds nor Amity Colosseum are mentioned. Look around, Ross.

I did so, and looked around for any signs of where in the RWBY webseries' timeline I was. Finally, after walking a few feet into the cafeteria, I saw a large banner hanging from the ceiling, which was very similar to the short-time-only Vytal Festival poster Rooster Teeth sold for a while to advertise Volume Three.

Volume Two it is, then.

Seeing as there was no sign about going out to attend the Festival, we may be anywhere between the start of Volume Two and the start of Volume Three.

Turning my head revealed another hanging banner, this one advertising the ball Beacon would have in Episode 7 of Volume Two. That is, if the school wasn't too lazy to take down informative banners after the respective event happened. That last though caused the Student Council member in me to twitch in mild annoyance.

That leaves us sometime after Ruby learn Penny is a robot, but before that incident on the train from Mountain Glenn.

And Zwei's fireball. And Neo's awesome train scene.

A moment of silent contemplation passes. Then—

OH HELL YES, NEO!

Shift, while it is nice to know we live in the world as our favorite character, we can't just go out and find her. She might as well kill us.

That's… true. But I at least want to hang out with her!

"I never played a Paladin, so I'm personally okay with trying to get a little friendly with Neo. Or Emerald." I muttered quietly, approaching a food line and gathering a burger and fries on a metal tray.

That's because you think they're cute.

"Because they are. Mostly Neo, though." I answered as I walked around the room, looking for a free seat. It was just about one in the afternoon, and students were flooding in for lunch. I ended up sitting down at a tablet hat remained empty as the masses piled in and performed their lunchtime rituals: pick-up food, find their friends, sit down, and chat amicably with one another.

This is just begging for people to talk to you.

"While that is normal in crappy cliché anime," I muttered to Shift. "I have some hope that I won't have a protagonist-like fate. This isn't anime. This is real life, now."

That also mean you can die again. Which is why trying to meet Neo is absolutely not something we can afford to do right now. Or at all, if we can help it.

But her LEGS, though.

Stoic was right, really. This life will be a productive, yet super dangerous life; I can't just risk it but trying to live it like I was in Second Life. If I die here, there's no telling if I'd be so lucky again and resurrect in another fantasy. I was brought out of my stupor when four pairs of footsteps came my way. Turning, I saw that it was my favorite team: Team JNPR.

S-she's alive! She's alive, someone pinch me!

"Do you mind if we sit here?" Pyrrha Nikos spoke. Pyrrha fucking Nikos (Shift added that for emphasis) was talking to me.

"Y-yeah, sure." I scooted over, despite already sitting at the end of the lunch table bench. Jaune and Ren sat on my side, and Nora and the Mistral Champion sat opposite of the boys.

"I've never seen you around here before," Jaune said, speaking directly to me. "Are you new here?"

Yes, Miles.

"Yeah, just got admitted today." I admitted. It wasn't a total lie.

"That's weird, to be admitted in the middle of the semester." Ren said.

Neath's voice? Interesting. I always did personally prefer this voice to Monty's. I took a second to pay quick respects to the departed talent before continuing to respond with an alibi that wasn't a full on lie.

"I was out exploring for most of my personal training," I said. "I recently came to Beacon, but ended up with a hard landing."

"Oh that's right!" Pyrrha spoke up this time. Nora was content to listen as she scarfed down muffins and burgers. "Ruby and Yang mentioned that they managed to catch a young man falling from the sky over the Emerald Forest! That was you?"

"Guilty…" I shrugged and scratched the back of my head. I had no solid way to explain that. I gave a small smile as I said, "I like to make an entrance?"

Awesome, so RWBY saved us?

We should at least thank them for doing so, when we have the chance.

"Some entrance, buddy." Jaune said. "Glad to see you're alright."

Aw, thanks Miles. That actually means so much coming from you.

"Thanks, um…?" I let the question lay in the air.

"Oh!" Jaune caught on immediately. He pointed at himself before gesturing respectively to his teammates as he introduced them. "I'm Jaune Arc. These are my teammates: Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie, and Pyrrha Nikos. We're Team JNPR!"

"Nice to meet you all." I nodded my greeting. "I'm Ross Ramsey."

And I'm so glad to see you all smiling and not dead!

Shut up, Shift.

Sorry, the salt dig into wounds so fresh.

"If you don't mind me asking, Ross," Pyrrha began. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen." I answered honestly.

"So you're a second year by that technicality." Said Ren. "You must have some really good training to have been accepted to Beacon so late."

"I had to recover from previous injuries first, actually," I lied once more. Ren looked to me to explain. "I've hurt my left leg and ankle more times than I'd like. It gets slower and slower each time for me to recover from it. I'm doing my best to learn how to keep it healthy."

That wasn't a lie, at least.

Especially since you would hurt, roll, and/or sprain your ankles almost every month back in high school playing full-contact basketball. I mentally rolled my eyes at the memories of going all out in gym class for no reason resurfaced.

"I suppose that makes sense," Ren said, picking at his food. "It's good to see someone who's gone through many injuries still have the drive to become a Hunter."

"Thank you." I responded.

Lunch after that was a mix of polite small talk at my expense and the consumption decent food, much better than normal school lunches back home. Made sense, I guess; gotta give the future heroes of the world their nutrients. After a while, Nora and Ren departed, saying they were going to do some training in the gym.

"Do you have a team, Ross?" Pyrrha asked me. She and Jaune had been taking their time while they ate.

"No," I answered. "Ozpin just said he would admit me into the school. He never said anything about joining a team."

It's not like we have a team of three already here.

Three minds, not three bodies, Shift.

Yeah, but three heads versus just one head, you know the saying!

"Well, if you ever need anyone to train with," Jaune said. "You can call us! Wanna exchange Scroll numbers?"

"Sure, just put your number in." I pulled out my Scroll and handed it over to him, allowing him to put in both his and Pyrrha's numbers.

"I think it would be quite grand for you to join us for training once in a while." Pyrrha said. "Especially since we don't have many second year friends to begin with."

We don't even have proper training! Even Jaune, let alone Pyrrha, could kick our ass.

That's why it's smart for us to have some friends to train with. So we can learn how to defend ourselves in this world.

"We actually have a long free period right now," Jaune said. "You wanna join us and train?"

"Uh, if I don't have class." I shrugged. "Though, I don't know how to check that."

"It should be on your Scroll, Ross." Jaune explained, munching on the last of his fries. "There's a schedule app that updates every week. It even shows days off and holidays." True to his word, I found the app and saw that I had Grimm Studies in fifteen minutes.

"How do I get to Grimm Studies from here?" I asked.

Ryan Haywood, we're coming for you!

(AUTHOR'S NOTE! Hello all, BleachCadelina for you with the second chapter of this fun little side project of a "crossover/self-insert." Thanks for reading as always. Chapter 3 might not come for a while. I'm an English Major taking FIVE FUCKING ENGLISH CLASSES.

Save me.

Any way, hope you enjoyed the first two chapters of this story! See y'all next update!)